I will not reach
A certain point of perfection
That I must sustain
For the rest of my life
Perfection
Does not exist
I must live the mystery of life
With the eyes of a child
Pure and innocent
This is the state I must strive for
To see the world
For the very first time
Each and every moment
While all the while
Letting the imperfect
Yet pure child
Within me
Speak
And be heard