Why could I never see before
The need for perfective behaviors?
Recognition is to admit such imperfection.
Desperation sets in--
to just let go.
When the lights go out,
I finally rest so peacefully
In (mind) dreams--
I achieve anything;
Capable of infinite possibilities.
In those darkest moments,
I am the best I know I can be
Only in such dim times,
No soul can judge me. |
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