Perfect Distraction

Yesterday I saw a vague sketch filled with meaningless patterns.

Today I saw what I couldn't see yesterday:

Live projections of two hearts in my curtains.

Tomorrow I hope to see diamonds, not stars in my sky.

This is no drama, this is no stage play, not even a wish;

This is a man's perfect distraction from life's military regime

Where you stare into the darkness and watch life slide past you

or walk out with strength and face the battle head-on

regardless of the distractions, because it is perfect and worth the wait

Yesterday, I thought I was strong,

I believed I was strong

Today I am weak and helpless

But tomorrow, I will smile because I found strength in this weakness

I will remember my distractions are perfect

I won't forget I have the most perfect imperfection

There will be nothing to cry for; nothing to weep over again

I shall sit behind the table laid in the presence of my enemies

and teach them to sing my victory songs

Then with the best ensemble, I will dance to the tune of life majestically