After striving for the perfection of the pure glass,
failure is all that can be obtained
and the disappointment is world class
to choke the throat as a heavy mass
It scratches and claws, so easily seen,
leaving mind and body both stained
with the treacherous filth which should be clean
This is the day when imperfection reigns

Swallowing back the broken dream,
tumultuous and smooth, with jagged edges
apparent like the bizarre scream,
now setting up the long lasting regime
that no one else seems to notice despite how
each and every flaw alleges
to shatter into splinters and rip apart somehow
This is the day when imperfection reigns

Finger by finger, pushing it back
only for the shard to dig into each inch
and the air has begun to turn black,
lungs slack,
when there is no hiding the flaw
Don’t even flinch,
for only you’re holding the painful awe
This is the day when imperfection reigns

The fragments catch the light
the residue of the dreams taken flight
the colours more dazzling than what you first held in your veins
This is the day when imperfection reigns