I played the game of a perfect life
No corruption
No hate
No worries
No fear
No judgment
A world full of kings and queens
We were free
We couldn’t see it but
We all wore chains
We were all running from the darkness in our life
Pretending it wasn’t there because it wasn’t what we wanted to see
As the cracks in the walls grew,
The prettier you were
The smarter you were
The kinder you were
The better you were
But although sadness grew through the air,
The knowledge of imperfection was the death of us
But the chains grew weak
And the cracks were closing up
We started noticing the shadows
The glow of imperfections
The light of flaws
And the beauty of it