Perfection


Perfection
Don’t want anything less
Nights and nights
In my room
With heavy eyelids
And cramps in my hand
And Still-

Nothing

Back to the Drawing board
Hands to my face
Rubbing my eyes
The smell of Pine
Wafting through my window
I work and I work

A mystery
Will something happen
I fail and I fail


And then…

Something happens!

Something Good