| The Essence of Perfection | ||||||
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| I haven't written anything Since you've come into my being. Suppose you've taken my talents with you? I do not care, For my artistic hands Have other journeys to venture on. I must Dig out a place for you Inside my temple So you have somewhere to breathe While I'm away. And when I return What beautiful music we shall play. I must find the electric epicenter To plug myself into To keep from overflowing And throwing the world Off balance. I don't believe existence is ready for us. Suppose we escape to the world where we belong? The world here I found you. Home is where they understand you Where we are the angels of tomorrow. Everyday is a new lifetime. And from this new world I have known love, And from that I have witnessed The essence of perfection. |
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