In a world of expectations
Where life is stored
In little square boxes
Get out of your bed of paradoxes
And allow yourself to be
Beautifully imperfect

That’s what we are made of
Paradoxes
Imperfectly beautiful
We do not fit
in life’s
Little square boxes

Let me be the curves
That defy
The conventions
Of your perfectly straight life

In my world of tight deadlines
I will allow you
To be
The creature
Of fluid tempo

May the mirrors of our souls
Reflect
All our imperfections
For life’s paradoxes
Do not fit
In perfectly squared
Little boxes