Float away from thoughts of what could’ve been done better.
Each scar, each scrape – each idiosyncrasy.
Dance around the room foolishly, own each minute of it.
Live for yourself,
Everything else? Just dust to wisp off your fingertips.
Whether fault belongs to you
Or in truth, may lie with me
It’s all about perspective
All that matter’s what you see
spring to life.
A billion times,
in his wondrous eyes.