Looking for the right syncopation
Frequencies in harmonic unification
In this random jumble of matter
A rhythm, a flow, a pattern,
A person with whom I can ramble
An emotional investment not a gamble
Talking together into the night
Laughing and crying when the feeling is right.
This person doesn’t exist as one.
The perfect human? There is none.
Learning and growing, the stretch marks are showing
The good and the bad are all worth knowing.
Compassion and kindness are constant reminders
That we can leave our resentment behind us.
Flawed perception in perpetuity
All we are is human, that is all that we can be.
Good and bad, light and dark are inside us
Any concrete definition becoming detritus.
We are defined by juxtaposition
Each one of us a walking contradiction
So before I go in any direction
My moral compass I will be checking
Whatever force guides this needle
My behavior toward it I will wheedle.