Third-Degree of Imperfection

A perfect world is one where everyone can point out the imperfections. One can stare at a reflection, preaching confidence boosters to get across the message of how amazing they are. You can etch in the message deep into your mainframe. Just maintain your sane membrane. Truth be told, the simple side of things, for me to go indepth with superlatives, well in death that's the better light of things but I'm not sold on that. Count off characteristics to impress the rest isn't my style. Tick off the traits to better mention how I overcome any tension well that would need for me to be too arrogant. The Pen is in my hand so watch me write my story as I stand on my own two feet. What is the pencil without the eraser? Just a permanent stencil of unsure thought processes. Or the day without the night? It's more than empty-shade and free of light. It's a time of work before time of reflection. A onceover after the mistakes made in the youth of the day. I am amazing simply because I know my faults. Anger courses through my veins at the wrong times for all the right people. I am flawless becuse I can see my flaws. Enjoying the time all too much while having not enough to finish all that is to be done. I am perfection because I know the mistakes in my make.