if I could write the perfect poem paint my dreams with rich colors, in vivid detail wrench the demons from my darkest recesses my life and thoughts in eloquent relief if I could do all this surely my life would be fixed peace, satisfaction, and fulfillment would blossom like clover temptation would wither and return to dust frustration would melt and evaporate just writing it down would be enough just getting it out would make it real if I wrote of a tropical paradise and blissful love I would be set there forever more if I sketched a path forward for those I love our blessings would be manifest if I enumerated human weakness we would be healed if I could write the perfect poem maybe everything would be better in the meantime I'll keep typing to amuse myself and unload some baggage maybe I'll stumble over perfection on the way