Imperfect

For in our imperfections, we truly believe, life has all sorts of color themes.

In a world that’s painted so colorfully, 

with edges all aligned,

center distributed;

walk a crooked trail, 

leaving reason far behind.

With every fall and stumble, 

we find different identities in the flaws,

a tapestry of moments, 

each one a little pause.

We are not imperfect, 

nobody truly is,

that’s alright.

In the shadows and the sunlight, 

we can find our own light;

every crack and every tear tells-

a story of our own kinds,

although we're imperfect, 

we can shine just as bright as -

we ever could…

.

Sometimes, 

we feel the pressure to -

fit into the mold,

But we’ve learned to-

love the world of differences,

the warmth within the coolness.

With diverse shape or size, 

we embrace those unique pieces;

The clue is in the mess, 

the strength is in every trace.

We're imperfect, 

and that’s perfectly alright,

In the shadows and the sunlight, 

we'd find our own path.

Every up and down tells -

a story of our trying,

we're comfortable of-

being who we trul are. 

So let the world keep spinning up, 

let the critics see around;

In our imperfect journey, 

we're free to keep trying up;

with every step we take, 

we’ll intend to make it solid enough;

for in our imperfections,

we truly believe, 

life has all sorts of unexpected experiences,

color themes.

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