_Missmerfect_

And then it happened one morning,
I went through to ask
Why did the world ask me?
In its own happening way.
That we live in worlds.
Worlds with aliens,
Never questioning existence,
While rather asking who we are.

In the most sophisticated manner.
Then questioning teh ten commandments
or even Gita who could have written them.
Or could be the buddha questionaing divinity
or even a hassel over religion.

We see us contradict ourselves.
And we see brutal forces.
We fight monsters who themselves are human.
Patriotism, sacrifice and vanity.
All right is alright and worst case.
We either crave to end or end in its place.

It is what we are and what shall be that ever mattered.
Mattered it was never what matters,
that makes us the present and thus the future.
The future when is present, is truly late.
And hence miss her perfect future.
Miss her perfect from.
Miss her virtue.
Miss her font.
Miss neither perfect.
Miss miss perfect.
Miss her ponE.
Miss mer fect.