Perfect

I wish that I could be perfect, if just for one day.
I’d know how to act, what to do, and what to say.
But I keep tripping on my tongue, and my gait is stiff.
So I watch the world with jealous eyes and wonder “what if…”

Life is not that way – I don’t know what to say.
I don’t know how to grow, or the places I should go.
I’m not sure where, but I know I’m far from there.

I wish that I could talk for hours and still make sense.
And if needed, I’d give sound advice and make a difference.
That’s not the way it works – My sight’s misguided and my instinct’s wrong.
So if you find the help you’re looking for, could you pass it on.

Life is not that way…

If a time comes when I have to choose a calling,
I hope I don’t make a mistake.
Unlike dreams, where decisions aren’t forever,
I’m awake.

I wish that I could be perfect.