"If you are broken then you belong",
That should be on a wall,
A motto along the interstate.
To stare at you in traffic,
A sermon in stone.
It will remind you of the place you are going
And the overall goal of that place.
A city is a beautiful mosaic of shattered dreams
A place of crushed lives
All mixed together to hide in horror of it all
In a blur of color, a streak of lights.
In the city, the ghost are drowned in noise
Where only the chalk and stains remain
Little blue ants with white trucks haul away
All the shards.
Some find comfort in a foam glass,
Others just close their eyes.
Until the tag brings them back,
A distraction from the burden of truth
Your sucking down pollution and
Trading your lives for lies.
Perfection in my work, my art
I feel it is important to strive for perfection. If you are to be married, be the best spouse you can be. If having a baby, strive to be the best parent. Be the best pet owner if possible. I am not suggesting an unrealistic goal (like being a great neuro-surgeon without studying medicine) but I do think we further our potential enjoyment in life by striving to be better in whatever you are doing.