Perfect World

Perfect World

In my perfect world
We’d wake up to the birds
And drink tea until we felt the need
To rouse ourselves and start the day

In my perfect world
We’d possibly make love
But more important is the thought
That we could have, if we’d felt that way

In my perfect world
We wouldn’t face the shitstorms
Or the unshakeable feeling
That the next collapse was not so far away

In my perfect world
The passive conflict of agendas
Wouldn’t shroud each conversation
Nor knowledge that attempts to repair
Would only get in the way

In my perfect world
We’d wake up to the birds
We’d let our flags unfurl
And whatever life could throw
Together we would grow
And love still more
For nothing else
Could ever matter
Anyway.