Category : Poems

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     Sometimes I feel stuck, stuck in 
my own thoughts. I think of what I'll 
be, what the universe holds for me                  
     No,  I can't see, the future ahead
 of me, but I know I can be the
perfectly imperfect, me.
     
      At times I feel lost, in a world full
Of dreams. They all have their 
thoughts, of who they want to be 
and a life of opportunities                    
     
     No,  I can't see the future ahead
of me, but I know I can be, the 
perfectly imperfect, me.
     
      They always ask me, who I want 
to be, but I'm trying to figure out, 
who I am right now, and all the 
possibilities
      
     I believe, someday I will be, who 
I want to be, but for now, I can be,
 the perfectly imperfect me
                                            
     No,  I can't see, the future aheadof me, 
but I know I can be, the
  perfectly imperfect
       
      I'll see l, what I can complete
In my time being, the perfectly 
imperfect
        
         Me