The power of perfection is really quite vain. To see the beauty in every day. To wonder why, and how, and when? To see your face, And magically blend. The ability to see, is also a trap. We see what is perfect, but it never quite lasts. You expect to find, your perfect mate. But because of our perceptions, there will be no fate. Nothing is perfect, but what we choose to see, so let's just live, in our fantasies.