The Imperfections of Life

I ponder, the misconception rule of life,
Which has been building uncertainty, with certainty,
As I watch life grow into a flower,
with its petal fluttering throughout the window,
feeling the delightful breeze,
seeing a perfect moment, that is not so perfect,
since imperfection is like a strong light that is seized,
Yet only freed from within, thus creating greater beauty,
Which shines around their dream world,
Thus creating a perfect moment.


Today, was a day,that felt like forever,
Even at a time, when things were on there way,
Only to feel a soft push in the back, since time was waiting,
Patiently and quietly, pulling me into the center,
pushing for the never, to work with ever,
since the day felt like a great day, flipping never,
To whatever, slowly time pass throughout the day,
feeling a uneasy, yet familiar atmosphere,
which softly and quietly,
grows from within,
Like a seed, slowing seeping,
and weeping, ending with life at the end,
yet in reality, its just a little tug,
and bittersweet feeling throughout the body,
ending with a question,
"What is this comedy*?".

good poem