what it seems is that my dream
and life can never be a team
what i plot is what i'm not
and what i need, i haven't got
what i find inside my mind
are painful thoughts of every kind
what i see can never be
my tangible reality
what i hear will not appear
and make me all the while secure
what i drink, i like to think
will spray away my putrid stink
what i smoke, and being broke
won't free me from this awful joke
when i cry i know that i
will not feel joy before i die
what i am is not the man
who lived inside my perfect plan
what i know has yet to show
now i have nowhere else to go
when i'm gone you'll all go on
and ride your sunlight into dawn
No one in this world can ever be perfect anyway. You, sweetie, just need to be in control of your life. Don't ever let anything or anyone get in the way between you and your happiness.
ReplyDeleteYou are perfect the way you are. I wouldn't change a thing.
I
wish
you
well.