When thoughts of perfection invade our minds
We picture roses, water, and sunshine
All pieces infused with beauty and wonder
No words have they uttered
Their presence never questioned
And yet they are looked at with overwhelming affection
But when our gazes are turned towards our reflection
Those thoughts have already vanished
Replaced by too much or too little
too quiet or too loud
Concepts that cut to our inside
And morph our outside
Ideas that should never have grown in our eyes
For we were sculpted with the same knife
As trees, mountains, and skies
LOVE THY SELF