The moment in time

Where everything’s fine

It doesn’t matter what is

Just that it is

The curl out of place

Or the mismatched of socks

A tear in a jacket

Or a scar on an arm

The things out of place

Make it all seem so nice

It doesn’t mater what is

Just that it is

The tear in a paper

Or the train just so late

A hole in the road

Or toast burnt to a crisp

Things just awry

And you don’t need to try

It doesn’t matter what is

Just that it is

The wrong kind of donut

Or a customer’s late

A missed piece of work

Or a troubled worn day

It makes life so perfect

In every which way

Everything is just

As it is meant to be