One Perfect Thing

I have spent an entire lifetime

trying to write

just one perfect thing;

sometimes I wonder

if it is ever going to happen;

here I am no closer to perfection

than I was back then,

but still I continue the search,

occasionally saying ENOUGH!!!!!!

ENOUGH OF THIS STUPID SHIT!!!!

it’s time to come down from the clouds and

start living a real life,

where people wake up in the morning and

go to sleep at night, while managing to

eat, work, shit, piss and procreate in-between,

and it is ok, it really is,

……… enough;

but eventually

it always comes back to this,

and before I know it, there I am,

bounding though forgotten forests,

howling at the top of my lungs

in hot pursuit of impossible visions

which always manage to stay

just one step out of reach;

it is enough to make you cry;

listening to some lyrics on the radio,

the thought occurs to me,

that under the right circumstances and

with enough booze and drugs mixed in,

any jerk off can write deep,

thought provoking things;

so where does that leave me?

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