I look in the mirror and what do I see,
pure imperfection staring at me,
curiously wondering, wonderfully curious
at what new imperfection I soon will be.

I've found its important not to be perfect
not replace imperfections for better or worse.
it's when we make peace with our faultless defection
that godly perfection starts getting to work

I lift my pen from the page
and smell the coming rain
I hear the rising wind
and sense gathering pain

and as the scouting drizzle coats my face
I smile, because I have my compass
I have a North Star and the maps I made
when I came this way before

I know I can navigate these hills
and I can form a new stanza
to take me through to the meadows
that wait for me there

Imagine what life would be
A flightless bird waiting to rise
Masking a world you don’t wanna see
Living in your head from a clouded view
Only knowing your tiny little lies
Not knowing you are who you’re supposed to be
Ever day of your life seemingly normal
Living life as an ignorant bliss
You don’t know what life would be