Decisions are faced
Cross roads are met
Though life is only intended
In taking the paths of fate
You question yourself
At times
Of the capabilities you obtain
You wonder of this fate's controllable aspects
If any at all
I reach for a place of sanity
I am understood
I am heard
These questions simply answered
Yet even here
Quality of seeked perfection stands alone
Where am I?
In state of happiness
Alongside these second worlds bottled away
Opinions unspoken
Emotions left unforgotten
The human being
Of whom happens to "make sense"
Stands as no more
Than immortal existence among us
I may be misunderstood
Through eyes of vague society
While these heart-felt baby blues
See in the origin
Of life's true being;
The honest reflection of one another
Confiding in a trust
Of acceptance of one's imperfections
Where imperfections are perfection.
