There's no such thing as perfect,
In these imperfect human shells,
Nothing is really quite as sweet,
As you think that it really smells,
Perfection is unattainable,
While we're stuck in this place,
Something we will never get,
Till we attain angelic grace.
Written in 5 minutes 29/06/2009 as a response to Authspot poem on twitter called I Dream of a Perfect Place. Just kinda popped in my head after reading it. The weird thing is I am not even religious. LOL.
Pathos.
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His poem is below for reasons of comparison.
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by AhAndy, Jun 28, 2009
My view of a perfect life.
I dreamt of this place…
I dreamt of this place
Where you can only hear birds singing;
You can only feel the bliss of the air
The only thing you can watch is kids playing
Where you only imagined how life could be worse
And not how it could be better
I dreamt of this place, where life was perfect.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
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