I’ve noticed Imperfection is best friends with reinvention
They go everywhere together
There is no place for perfection though
And that bitch knows it
Keeps threatening to show up
Even refuses to have a real definition of expectations
That’s what I do.
I am always the reason why.
The fault lies with me.
Blame can go no further.
No one can get more wrong than I can.
The world is much the same
Years have compiled
And so has debt
eventually to be collected
but only once, upon
They walk to the edge, and I watch.
Yes, it may smell for a while and those that remain may beat their breast and blame themselves, but at the end of the day—
—I neither made the cliff nor suggested they jump.
We only live once
and the path to the end is our own.
I surf the kinetic energy of the zeitgeist, looking for that book that won’t let go, I need it, want it, but I never throw away a book that isn’t working.
No, I lie to it and say, I’ll be back later sweetums. I promise.