Do one perfection.

I don’t need you (or maybe I do…I don’t know).

Do one perfection.

I need affection (or some company…I don’t know).

Do one perfection.

You are wearisome (first world problems eh).

Do one perfection.

You are tiresome (but I’ll try to appreciate my white male privilege).

Do one perfection.

You try hold to us back (it can be liberating to tell you to do one…society needs to be less perfect…and yet be perfect…at the same time…maybe it’s a paradox).

Do one perfection.

You want us to to join the elite.

Do one perfection.

While there’s still people sleeping on the street.

Do one perfection.

I want to change the world but yet just go out and have fun in it (I’m ready to get out there again now and enjoying it).

Do one perfection.

Let’s do some new stuff because we can (let’s break the walls down).

Do one perfection.

Thinking outside the box is the way forward man (things are very doable to me now).

You make society feel low (sometimes).

Do one perfection.

Better off going with the flow (I’m in a place where no time or days or dates are in my conciousness…this could be anywhere, any time, any moment in time).

(But I suppose we can strive for perfectionism, and maybe we need that strive, it keeps us going until half past five).

(But I suppose the competitive side of me needs it, or to aim towards it, or not…I don’t know).

(But I have to keep at it, I hope I’m not projecting, maybe other people feel this way too).

(Well…I suppose I best get in the zone again…).

(Well…I suppose I’m reminding myself of the times things go well and I feel satisfied).

(Well…I suppose I’m glad I have language skills…teaching Spanish with a bevvie in my hand the other night…and I’m trying to mind my French).

(Well…in the the words of Artcic Monkeys…the thrill of the chase moves in mysteries ways…to powerphrase…whatever).

Let’s see the positives…let’s be imperfectly perfect strivers…let’s just and put some tunes on…I have now anyway.

Well…anyway…

I might go back to not caring now…for now…then again…then not care again…then care again.

That’s flow state (or relaxing…I don’t know)… for you.

(Feeling self love, because of my imperfections, and able to tackle the world).

“I don’t need anyone to tell me how to dress…I look in the mirror and say man you’re the best”.

To powerphrase the lyrics of Viagra Boys.

Do one perfection.