Designs of Life

I draw a line,

Looks perfect, feels perfect.

But there it is, that little zig instead of a zag,

the blemish that only I can see.

I fix it,

no I didn't, it's still awkward.

No one sees it, its perfect to them. 

I need it to be right, Iwant to design for the big leagues. 

Make those fancy posters,

design those ads,

maybe even animation.

Can't if its not perfect.

I need to be perfect.

I draw a new line,

Its perfect, looks, feels, the screen doesn't lie.

one line done,

more to come and more to make perfect.

So I may be perfect,

the best graphic designer anyone has seen,

the one that everyone wants,

but only one will get.

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