| Perfection … … … … Why must you insist upon a perfect bliss? . Who in heaven told you that it was here to behold you? . Removing your own chances, challenging your every thought… a few simple ideas and later after much ado I try to cater to the questions, that I'm not sure you really even know… your reaching, feeling, finding yet at the same time confusing yourself, to yourself confining me to this….. my reality, your still under the sea, looking for something to tell you it's me. ~ Rain © cls 2003 |