There is no perfection in the world

Tomorrow coming and for sure
The day after tomorrow will
And more and more
Sometimes allure
For long enough
Innocent still…

I need you feeling…
So you are
Being smart
And…smile
On heart
Concealing
The core of doom…

Delusions do
Tart up
A silly
Grimace of Dreams…
But through
Dart’s dealing
With
Knitting back
The stellar ceiling…

Maybe
Too far…
Too late…
It seems…