My Imperfect World

My Imperfect World

I once dreamt up a world,

Where bright colours swirled and twirled.

A world that was impossible - completely and utterly absurd.

A world that was never before uttered or heard.

An imaginary place,

Full of wonder and grace.

Where clouds and oceans had switched,

And when you would look up to the blue sky you'd be bewitched,

By the dark, crashing, rippling waves,

And the large, grey, gaping caves.

I painted the powerful ocean being pulled and controlled by the calm moon,

The crisp, cool, wind humming a soft tune,

With sea creatures swimming behind the sky's tide,

Their young infants trailing at their side.

I painted massive ships and tiny boats,

With sailors dressed in crisp black coats,

And clean white sails fluttering in the wind like post-it notes.

I painted a hot, burning, sweltering day,

With people walking their way to the bay,

Wading in a soft, fluffy, wispy haze,

Cooling themselves from the sun's burning rays.

The clouds were like pink and blue candy floss,

With twinkling stars winking at you brightly from across.

I once dreamt up a world,

Where bright colours swirled and twirled.

A world that was realistic - completely and utterly logical,

A world that was infamous, reputable and memorable.

I painted this world as a means to escape,

From reality's hard and rigid embrace.

For society does not accept people who are always dreaming,

Lost in their own little world of feelings.

This world that I have painted,

Is a world that is not tainted.

Unlike reality's strict and dull society,

My world is full of variety.

Full of mistakes and imperfections,

Where there is no need for any corrections.

Where your life is free and uncontained,

Not restrained, ordained or explained.

Where you are free to do as you please,

And there is no one to disappoint or to displease.

Where you are free from society's point of view,

Allowed to have your own opinion too.

You may think my world is illogical and insane,

Think there's a loose screw in my brain.

But people are so shaped by society's rules,

And they follow every word they ordain like fools.

In this world 'perfect' is incredible,

While imperfections are unacceptable.

So whenever I feel a disconnection,

To this society that only accepts perfection,

I travel to my impossibly absurd,

and completely logical world,

Full of dreams, clouds, stars, oceans, wonders, and imperfection.