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Monday, April 9, 2012

Master of my Imperfections (interlude)

I am in the twilight of my life right now…I signal faith among the skies to rescue me…they don’t see my far cry for help…a distant voice says help yourself…but even in a world filled with mirrors, it’s difficult to see yourself…I close my eyes in the middle of darkness, learning how to be right…in my wrong. I sing the songs of righteous so well, I stomp my feet staying on beat, I charm some with the rhythm of my drum…I am perfectly imperfect. My resolution to my stupidity would only to try salvage my humility…tomorrow I will aim to for perfection…and I will probably be unsuccessful…A fool tries to be perfect, while the wise sharpens his/her imperfections.

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