Perfect

As the minutes eat the hours and the hours eat the day,
I prepared myself to sacrifice my left over dignity
It was a long day, and it was yesterday
As everything emerged from my insides
Everything went into a stream of doubtful ideas.
I was draining
If today I could’ve felt the same way I did yesterday
At least I could say that I had a never ending stream
Of crystal clear dreams
But as I had slept, it all had stopped
Now I was perfect for you all
I had no idea no reason no point
The dark inside me had been extirpated
The little light the emerged was now been extinguish
By noon I was blank
I was perfect
No more streams of doubts or reasons to live
No more questions about life
I was perfect
By one o clock
It all was gone
I began to die again
And it all started as if it was yesterday
…

So c’mon when could I be perfect?