Free Write #3


I am a bard
No speciality
No amazing skills
Almost good at everything
And for some reason
It all goes down
And up and up
Pulling lyrics out of hats
Like rabbits
Poof! There're gone
With everything and no one
In the right places
The world turns
And still, I try
But perfection doesn't come to perfectionists
Perfection is imperfect
Like a perfect diamond
It still cracks under enough pressure