OK, I've gotta kinda introduce this, cus it actually has a concept rather than just random scribbling. Well there is a random scribbling of the concept, but still... This poem is about perfection. But as there can be so many more than one type of perfection, infinite in fact, so this is in 3 parts. Each is about a different type of perfection, all very different from each other. The first is about becoming a child again, thus forgetting all but perfection. The second is about the perfect trip. The third is about something taking you over to the point of perfection, be it love or music or a dream... This is pretty long and I expect like 6 people to ever read it on here, but if you've read this far, there's hope. It's pretty fast if it's any help. :) So every time I try to see the world I open my eyes to find that I'm actually bland and can't see shit. And the then I begin to realize that I am no longer a child, but with all of my heart and soul, I still wanna be just that. Oh, I once had a stranger tell me that I would change the world. That I was here for a reason and that anarchy becomes me. I shrugged it off as insanity, but the part of me that is still 6 year old won't let me forget. One day this man WILL be part of my son and me. But god damn, I just wish he'd leave me alone for now, I'm sick of having to pretend like I'm growing up. I wanna digress all the way back to childhood, and thenn get so high that it feels like I'm blowing up. Or maybe I'm just wanting to fly to feel the high of crashing to the ground, falling down, out of a beautiful sky. And the wind rushing against my face shall, for the moment, serve as my protection. Lost in a child's eyes, as distant as wind fire, and for now, I have found perfection. So every time I try to see the world I open my eyes to find that I'm actually blind and can't see shit. And this could explain why, whenever I drop a line, people look at me as if I'm strange before even trying to understand it. Oh, I found out just yesterday that I was a mute, deaf, dumb, and fuck it justa ll around generally numb. And when I was told, I shook my head in a sad disbelief. That is, until I got home, it seems the defects only have an effect while I'm alseep. So the laws of cause and effect would lead me to believe I will never again dream, But this isn't the case. I dream on a daily basis. Because a mind that does not dream is a mind that is going to waste. So with a complete lack of perception, there can be no correction, of the things that my mind cannot grasp. Mute, deaf and dumb in the depths of an acid trip, and for now, I have found perfection. So every time I try to see the world I open my eyes to find that I'm actually blind and can't see shit. And when I decide to ignore my fear, in favor of whats really out there, I'm not at all suprised to find that I'm immursed in darkness. Oh, around two this morning I decided to go for a walk. My surroundings were like that of a horror movie, but I did not stop. And around the corner was a nightmare in the form of a white cate, that did not scare me half as much as I thought it would, But when it proceeded to devour me alive, drown me in time, gave me flashbacks to this afternoon, when I bought those goods. Made me say things like "God Damn!" and "Shibidi-doo-wop-ska-doo-bop-ska-bee-dop-bam!" So in a confused state of breaks, I usually hesitate, but not this time. This time I made up my mind a ran. Arms open, screaming, into what appeared to be a dream. Happily drowning in a lack of direction. Laughing and crying and dancing a dying, and at last, I have found perfection