There it is

Now all the candles are lit
Help me lead the way
To the future of our pride
Take advantage of the day
Smell of sweet incense
Trickles to the sky
Gazing to the stars
As if morning flips to nigh’
Can’t help but wonder
How the dreams come true
First I’m over here
Now I’m next to you
I wish every second
That I had one more
Until time escapes us
And I’ under the floor
Built up my power
But not to flaunt
Cause I used it within
There’s what I want.

Perfection is not being Perfect

One thing I learned today.
As I sit and see no one pray.
That perfection today is not being perfect.
Even though their flaws can be hard to detect.
Something is broken and can’t welded.
The twelfth of the dozen is all rotted.
No perfect dreams without your pillow.
No perfect setting without the willow.
Can’t have rhythm with the melody.
The beautiful girl committed a felony.
You try so hard, but 99 percent.
That one jaw breaker you ate for lent.
The last 3 pointer of the game.
Your 5 year old cousin says you’re lame.
Being the best can be painful.
Being perfect is being normal.