Achieving Perfection

Achieving perfection

 Burning stomachs, hazardous minds

Who knew to our own selves we'd be so vindictive

Empty stomachs, powerful minds

 

We danced around the fire with the smell of success

Until we were thrown in and burnt to a crisp

Our bones crumbled underneath our ratty clothes

And our strands of matted hair laid in a nest of baby birds

 

An emptiness portruding

Is nothing but potruding emptiness

A delightful display of admiration

Until our mental state is content

 

We grabbed our tattered, torn shirts

Reattatched our aorta to it's respective valves

Tried to create the perfect composition

Attatching the muscles in our calves

 

This distorted perception of reality

Was displayed in our composure

As we traveled near and far and wide

In search of something perfect in our eyes.

 

As we traveled near and far and wide

In search of something perfect in our minds.