Being Perfect
What is perfect? Do we understand what it really means
Is it a standard, a longing or just another pipe dream
It can make you so frustrated and sometimes even scream
Is it just behaviour or a feeling to get it right
Can we ever let it be finished to give us shear delight
I struggle to achieve this, to be happy just for me
Sometimes being that perfect is where you want to be
I find it hard to reach that level and want to give it up
You keep searching in your soul incase you don’t measure up
Does everyone else see it, this struggle I endeavour
Will I never stop looking? Or is this with me forever
Am I trying to please someone other than myself
So when is it all over, I can be put back on the shelf
Is there such a perfect something that can make you happy
Will I ever look and think you have done enough
And have reached the end here’s your happy Valley
Don’t keep looking, thinking it’s still not finished
Cause your heart, your soul will simply just diminish
Try to see you have done enough, the journey is over
Try be satisfied, happy and feel warm all over
You were already perfect in every way
So put away the rule books and stop the judging
Open your heart and be more trusting.
Copyright © Brian Anderson | Year Posted 2016
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