I once heard someone claim perfection.
Confidence filled every inch of their veins
I could only manage a reply of laughter
To think i thought i alone was suffering.
In disbelif they restated their theory
I continue to hold nothing back.
How could i lie on such an assumption?
Especially one overwhelemd with fantasy.
Humans, like us, know not of such things.
The mystery in life is what keeps us alive.
We keep ourselfs guessing.
Thats the beauty of life.
Your theory will cause you great pain.
For you, a flaw is not an option.
To the world, flaws are a fact of life.
Something of which you do not understand.
