The joy of the bloom,
Hope it won't be over soon,
Fear of the past gloom.

The river rises,
Raising its sizes,
Swallowing us whole,
The land is its coal.

Its fuel is our fear,
When the river comes near,
We get into gear,
And we won't stay here.

We fear the river,
As it sends a shiver,
Down our spines,
As we get into lines.

We're ready to march,
Hoping it'll parch,
Readying the team,
To go upstream.

We walk with our fright,
In the dead of night
We reach the site,
And extinguish the light.

And with all our might,
We give it a smite,
And know that with pride,
Tonight, we stride.

We fight the river,
Ignoring the shiver,
Hope is a sliver,
But we won't be chopped liver.

Cutting its victims,
With a sharp blade,
A predator, a king,
Of this masquerade.

This almighty authority,
Ruling over all,
And his almighty phrase,
You all shall fall.

He seems so innocent,
So pure at heart,
But then he'll get close,
And tear that paper apart.

"If it's for a day,
Or a month,
Or a year,
I'll be here,"
Someone once had said.

Their words stuck to me,
I couldn't get them out of my head,
It meant so much to me,
That thing someone once had said.

I knew it was important,
I know it is,
I can't let go of it,
Trust me, I tried,
But it can't be put aside.

It means the world,
What one person can say,
To help you get through,
The light of day.

Thank you, now I can rest,
I can sleep in my warm bed,
But I'll never forget the phrase,
That someone once had said.

Free to fly,
But on a string,
Like a bird,
With a broken wing.

Decorated with bows,
Hiding the pain,
Wishing that this life,
Was just a game.

Being dragged around,
Everywhere you go,
"Where to next?"
I don't know.

[New Message]
It reads,
Great, more trouble,
All I need.

Opening the inbox,
What could it really be?
Please not another,
"PARIS, a sight to see!"

I have had enough of spam,
So, please be some news,
And not a "favourite show" quiz,
I'm not obliged to choose.

A message from my boss?
No, he's already out of town,
A notice from the tailor?
No, she can't've done the gown.

Well, what is it?
Why won't it load?
Is it a virus?
Or some kind of code?

Well, I give up,
That is it,
I'll check it later,
For now, I quit.

"I want to be perfect,"
I once had said,
But, I didn't know that,
These words are bled.

I now know,
I was a young fool,
Perfection is a dream,
To us, 'tis cruel.

I wanted to be a princess,
Down when I was five,
"Princesses are perfect,"
And that was my strive.

I now know,
What I want to do,
I want to write,
My feelings for you.

I'm not perfect,
No one will be,
But inner perfection,
Is all I see.

Perfection is a dream,
And that is my truth,
I now know it is,
Not so much my youth.