Perfect
Austin Seegers, Carson Mays, Greg Markus, Ryan Quarles
Mister, I asked kindly
For the soft flowing rivers of slope
Where the deer eat off canyon ridges
And I cannot feel my throat drying up from daydreams I once had such a long,
Long, time ago.
Years have past and taught me
About time’s gargantuan growth
From the sunflower seeds to the poplar trees
We are the ones to know
How tricks and traps and dirty tracks
Can get covered by the snow
Yet bad habits surface constantly
And we are the ones to show
That
Nobody’s perfect
And nobody’s correct
And I want courage
Don’t you forget that it’s all in your head.