a New Prespective

Shattered between thoughts
I run my fingers through my hair
They disappear like I disappear
Just my thoughts

If it was perfect
Would we look to the sky?
Would we run?
Or give it a try?

Would we cherish our moments?
If they are all the same
Would we fight?
Would we try?
To overcome distance?
To fly?

We need darkness to appreciate the light
We close our eyes to appreciate sight

Sorrow is how joy says “am here”
We need the miles to know we’re “there”

Just another look
To the perfect world
To come to think about it
It’s not perfect at all