imperfections.

some people try to hide them. ashamed to claim them out of fear. i try my best to find them, proclaim them, keep them near. flaws and weakness defines who writes this rhyme. no laws nor rules can change the way i am. and so i don't give a damn. my rhymes might not rhyme, i might not make it on time. i might not know as much as you, and my words wont flow as yours do. i'll stay in on a friday night, content to be in, away, out of sight. don't give a damn about our past. the history, the people, watch how fast i fall asleep from your speech about politics. what's right and what's wrong. i'll turn on a song and just sing along as my way to escape. i choose not to gape at some hot girl i pass by. attraction? what's that? a distraction, no doubt. i'd rather talk to, get to know, and be friends with her. that's all i need in this life. just live and let live, let go of our strife. i'll let you be you, you let me be me. you'll see how easy that is. for you're not perfect, and neither am i. so let's flaunt our imperfections and reach for the sky.

[ lj 8.24.07 ]