oh how I played around the idea of perfection
all that goes beyond as well as along with affection
to wish and hope that everything has its destination
I shouted of what better places and better lives would be
had we humans bathed ourselves in naivety
I dreamt of how I’ll be unlike the many
as my front-most fear is to be ‘just majority’
but I witness and see the other life promises
I grew fondness over things they say I should accomplish
then I thought I came to term with circumstances
but with pity I saw I’m not as fine as my past wishes
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