Change the lines
If God had given me the pencil, to add a few more lines,
I think I would have changed some things
Like my constant second guessing, or my stomach, or my mind
The way my heart starts racing, at every little thing
My quirks and imperfections that all the world can see
Like these thoughts that I think, this finger with no ring
They’re little things that bother me, and hurt my self esteem.
I’m glad the pencil was not mine, when I was being drafted
Because I fear that I would be a perfect template
Made up of things my little mind can grasp
I’d lack the depth, warmth and emotion that I feel inside
And that would be no way to live
Sterile of the perfection that is our human imperfection
And lonely in my unimagined life of choice
I’m written this way for a purpose I’m sure
Perhaps change the world, perhaps just abide
But I’m fine just this way, as are you my dear
It’s best to be you, whoever you may be
The stars shine for us, so let’s go make a splash
In this beautiful mess of human brokenness