I don't want to be perfect
I just want to matter
To someone, somehow
The way the oxygen in the atmosphere
Matters, undeniably
Without question, necessary
I want to be breathed in
Breathed out, recycled
Every bit as good the next time around
Refreshing, renewing
I want to be what keeps someone alive
More than existing, with purpose
More than vital, reviving
I want to be needed