The Art of Imperfection

Practice imperfection

Until you get it right

A word misspoken

A moment too late

Revel in your mistakes

 

A lapsed deadline

An unpaid bill

Like fruit collecting flies

How quickly they multiply

 

A house unkept

a yard to neglect

There’s only so much you can do

Broken dish, unfed fish

So many rely on you

 

La Boheme

Follow your dream

Your words, your words

They’ll eat your words

But it’s rice and beans for you

 

Your worry stones won’t help you, girl

Your stress ball days are through

Pick yourself up off the floor

Imperfect yourself anew

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