Perfect people are so pretty
Perfect people don’t ask why
Perfect people have such bright destinies
Perfect people never cry.

Perfect cars and perfect hair
Designer clothes and shoes to wear
Nothing tragic, never pain
certainly not vain…

There are no perfect people in my world
They don’t exist and never will.
Imperfect creatures seeking absolutes,
something that we can never reach.

Perfect people wear the right clothes
Perfect people know the dance
Perfect people have friends in high places
Perfect people, fake romance…

Perfect cars and perfect hair
Designer clothes and shoes to wear
Nothing tragic, never pain
certainly not vain…

There are no perfect people in my world
They don’t exist and never will.
Do we insist upon an absolute?
Sometimes I’m pointing at myself..

Perfect people have the high life.
Surround themselves with the wealth of self.
All those defects have been tucked away.
To be exposed their greatest fear.

There are no perfect people in my world.
They don’t exist and never will.
Even though we’re not the same in the world.
Human faults make us…
There are no perfect people in my world.
They don’t exist and never will.
Even though we’re not the same in the world.
Beyond this world we’re all the same.

The pursuit of perfection is noble but insistence on nothing less is fruitless.
After all, we’re only human.

Copyright ® 2003 by Mark Dailey