Extreme undeniable attraction, infection
illuminated by nature’s erection
direction, take me on a journey, with
no map. Damn, that’s unfortunate, to some.
Don’t need, I’ll get lost in those lines.
Me? Can’t focus sometimes. But, nature
a canvas, I’m a painter, though I can’t draw
to save my life, but with nature comes abilities, defects.
Perfection? Nah, try imperfection. Because without the amplification
of undeniable attraction — though our brains can’t quite fathom
we’d fade with the wind, ‘cause in the end, nature undeniably wins.
What is perfection anyway? Love that last line…Take it in. Yes! Breathe it in and love every aspect! Embrace! Defects? Bumps in the road…bumps on the skin. Let it be and love it. Beautiful write, dear Brad.
Perfection is not meant to be. Nothing on this planet is perfect. Thank you so much, Michele! ♥