My Misanthropy : The Break Down of Human Nature

Watching Perfection fall from its state of grace
seeing it all come undone
realizing I've seen things unclearly
because I've been staring into the sun

I'm holding its face in my hands
and trying to piece it together
the clouds block out the sun
and my view shifts with the weather

Everything starts to make sense
and I all can do is just stare
my first time seeing perfection
without shielding my eyes from the glare

My mind is breaking it down
and my heart is drawing conclusions
my eyes are filling with tears
as I'm unravelling all my delusions

All this time what I thought was perfect
was victim to human nature
only flawless to me
and imperfect like any creature

So I've watched perfection fall
from its state of grace
I tried to mend its pieces
and I've held it's pure face

Now all I can do is remember
my bliss in ignorance
with the opening of my eyes
to the epiphanies that I've had since

Knowing that I was naive
that there's no such thing as perfection
the pieces become part of me
as I stare at them in my reflection

Now I long for when I was naive
before I understood
when the truth was made clear to me
that you take that bad with the good

I know that it's not perfection
I see its flaws with my eyes
but it's painful to feel the deception
I'd rather believe the lies

So I'm choosing to look past the problems
keeping my eyes opened wide
searching perfection's heart over
for the purity I know is inside.