In this world, only two things are perfect;
The world spinning on its axis,
And the sun shining at its fullest.

Everything else isn't -
Rains falls as you fix yourself up,
preparing for that date she finally said yes to.
It snows -
the day you decide to finally leave your room.
And you lose someone important,
on the evening your tears are the heaviest.

There is no being perfect in an imperfect world.
Flowers grow on solid concrete pavements.
Rivers aren't enough -
for plants to survive the wreckage of Autumn.
And you lean in for a kiss, to be met with a friendly hug.

You make time for people who are too busy for you.
You make friends with strangers you'll never meet.
And you find out you are allergic to shellfish -
while on a quest to try out new things.

In this world, only one other thing is perfect:
Imperfections.