This day could be perfect
But then perfect is not my way,
I have never been perfect
That’s just a stupid display,
That we put across for others to see
To give them the idea and the belief,
That everything is good and right with you
That you fit in as you should,
Fitting moulds and being seen
As a citizen of wealth and means,
Nice car, nice house, a family
Perfect life for you and me,
But nothing is ever that perfect for me you see.
