Standards to never be met

And too ridiculous to expect.

Paths predetermined

But never prewilled by the doer.

Life is fragile yet so fulfilled.

Simpler times were meant for me.

Simpler times were meant for this.

Not “perfect bodies”, salaries, and accolades out the wazoo.

But pretty imperfect moments

made by imperfect people to

make memories.

Are people crap sometimes yeah,

Do they mess up sometimes,

Maybe even a lot.

Mmhmm

But it's just like that Moment,

Maybe even now.

But a time when brightness shined brightly on everyone.

Your eyes deeming everyone innocent till guilty.

Eyes that give yourself a chance before saying no.

Eyes that don't let go of something so precious so quickly.

Holding on to that toy, feather, friend, family, experience, or hobby, a little longer.

I've been, and so many others have had a lot.

Know better do better always,

But don't “know more”, and frail away,

🦋~ for that will only perish who you truly are.