Sometimes I wonder what it would be like If the homeless had homes and the hungry ate right. If drugs were something that never had been. If everyone listened, if nobody sinned. I dream that the wars are a thing of the past. And love, joy, and peace are a few things that last. When all is perfect, I then awake. Reality clicks, and the perfectness breaks.
Reason for writing:
With all the imperfections in the world, one can't help but imagine a perfect habitat.
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