And there are only a few days to be perfect;
But, I'll do it better than everyone;
and be perfect at it.
But all of these restrictions!
In truth, I can't control that my body
stopped growing
at the five feet and
reluctant five inches following them;
And I can't make my chubby fingers perfect;
no matter how skinny I get.
I can't get them right--
Hair! Why must you be curly?
Smile--Why so surly?
And dear teeth, Won't you chew something more healthy?
Brain--please, oh please, think of something to make us more wealthy.
Heart: start trusting...but not too much. When will you learn to trust just right?
I'll continue to fight perfectly perfect and win this perfect fight.
