At some point, we all have wished our lives were perfect, right? Well, wish again...
|In a faraway land,
where dreams came true,
And Pandora's box remained tightly sewed.
Where hope was not needed,
'cause nothing could go wrong.
Could it possibly turn into
a dark and gloomy song?
A world full of perfections,
So perfect that they lost their meaning,
A life with pause buttons,
Buttons with no resuming.
Where children played all day long,
And slept peacefully to their mothers' songs
And everyone was happy,
So happy that they didn't know it.
They say you don't know
what you've got until it's gone,
But how will you know what you had
If what you had was never lost?
A stagnant life with no growth,
Where the liveliness becomes its lifelessness,
whose flawlessness is it's biggest flaw,
With no dusk, just a perennial dawn.
You'll never know the beauty of the lone moon as it mourns,
Fading into nothingness and waiting to be reborn
You'll never know the joy of overcoming your pains
Never know your worth as you wither alone in vain.
Your flaws make you flawless as you gradually win over them,
Your failures make you a success, so quit sobbing and forge ahead,
You're right where you're supposed to be, quit wishing upon the Utopian misery.