It’s darkly humorous that I play drums,
And yet a rhythm of life seems near impossible for me to grasp.
I can grasp the rhythm within in a piece of music just by listening,
But I can spend years around a person and still find a way feel as though I just met them.
It seems to be affected by many things,
But I notice it most
when I can’t even recognize myself.
I used to be surprised when I made mistakes,
Now I’m surprised if everything goes right.
But I guess that isn’t the worst mindset,
Better to be surprised that there is a limited amount of flaws found,
Whether pertaining to a situation or task,
In the flawed & fallen world we live in.
Into a flawed existence,
We are born;
And often our mortality is ended by familial flaws,
That have killed generations before us.
Flaws are not what we’re to run away from,
But the fanatical obsession with perfection.