Growth

It is hard to be perfect
Never making mistakes
Never loosing my temper
Always playing fair

It is difficult to be flawless
Trying to fit in
In an imperfect world
As the eye of the storm

It is complicated to be pure
Never doubting my beliefs
Never crying over silly things
Remaining strong, firm and established

It is tricky to be picky
With everything in its place
No dust in the wrong places
No stains on my character

I have only one wish
Just one thing missing
I cannot seem to grab hold of
Lessons, learning, life…love?