From the book
As I live my life imperfectly,
I stumble upon myself,
I fall over my thoughts,
To a point where I drop myself.
As life continues imperfectly,
Rays of clarity provide view,
Upon what couldn’t be seen before,
Gifting the opportunity to create,
From deep within my mind.
Even the rays are imperfect.
Though as long as they guide,
As long as they bring light,
As long as they shape and shine,
Then their function just might,
Be enough to inspire, all will be fine.
Maybe more perfectly than before.