I dreamt of imperfect perfection
Of days spent laughing in the sun
I dreamt of the flawed and the fractured
Of the wondrous things that might come
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I dreamt of the broken twisting pathway
That would take me to my journey’s end
I dreamt of disjointed intentions
Of happiness and peace amongst friends
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I still dream of imperfect perfection
The ups and downs to be found in this life
I still dream of disjointed intentions
Knowing peace is often balanced with strife
This was originally posted on this site in May 2017. You can find the post here.