Ask Me

My pursing thoughts strike at once

Influenced by the perfectly IMperfect

I need the crown to stand out

So ask me whom I shall be

Please ask me where I shall seek

I say ask me how I shall meet

I hit the ground buried in questions

Only to hear the sound which showed me my

imperfections

They say I need to know how to pick my profession

How to get a perfect score on my SAT and ACT

How to fit into the social standards

As if I had the answers

The prediction of my future

I hold only my presence

Blindfolled by the perfectly IMperfect

Again ask me, how will I get that crown

I tell you now I already have it