Perfect is not obtainable here.
We need mistakes so our
Miss tries,
Miss understandings,
Miss leads
Can then fix and stop behind
Miss takes.

Superficial smiles and
Clever complements
Plague the imperfect people
Wandering the wide world:
This eccentric earth filled with
Rock and Roll.
Too many people roll away
From any truth left,
Gauging themselves,
Their gluttony filled with
Their fake friends that are
Too much.
Too much like those that roll.
If the world was in a race for
The devil's lair of despair,
They would win--
They are well rounded in that area.

If I was more like myself,
Would people still be my friend?

Whine all you want,
The world will not change if
We can't take the change from our pockets
And cause it to go for a
Better cause than our own
Messed up feelings.
Cause you to change first,
So you can help the big problem
In the world.