Beyond the Surface

When perfection is at its best it’s all you could ever think about And everything that goes with it you can’t seem to do without Even when you’ve been through hard times it fades in the background When you compare them to the unattainable goal you’ve just found It seems as if this is your only water in the middle of your drought All you can see is how large, how flawless, how exciting it all seems And the desire to have it permeates all your thoughts and dreams Nothing else seems to matter, your family or your life You allow your pursuits to cause you so much strife And slowly, string by string, you unravel at the seams It’s like an open book, and you think you’ve memorized every word Or like the song that keeps playing that it seems you’ve always heard You know every letter, every conversation, and every event You know every tune, every melody, and every beat that’s spent And that depth of knowledge keeps your love spurred You never stop to consider perfection is only relative And that every positive side is coupled with a negative You can’t erase the past and you can only move on But you can make sure that life doesn’t make you its pawn So that you can stop dreaming and take initiative There’s so much you just don’t notice when you read between the lines And when you look too hard you’re forced to resort to being blind You see the cup as totally full when it’s empty You see the outside as clean but don’t know the inside is dirty And no matter how hard you scrub or you try residue is still left behind It’s like the loss of wind from fully blowing sails And like being trapped in a circle where everything fails You’ve lost every dream, every inspiration, every hope And every word, every song, everything that helps you cope Is crumbling down and leaving its devastating trails So never fail to look past the outside to what is within Always stop to look at what you’ll lose and what you’ll win Because when everything seems so full but it’s actually hollow And you find that such an empty life isn’t what you want to follow It will be too late because the cycle has started again When perfection is at its best it’s all you could ever think about…