Cos I'm not perfect
Cos I don't remember my own medicine sometimes
Cos then I do some other times.
Today was one of those days
not a perfect day
not a perfect progress
stumped
stuck
circling
down
The I remembered
then I got up
then I stepped out
then I just
look up
Not a perfect tree
not a perfect leaf
not a perfect sky
Lots of holes
but the light
shines bright right through
Not a perfect day
just a perfect moment.
And the words of Donald Neale Walsh fell through the space
God only sends me Angels
And everything was ok.
What medicine would you hear today?
What medicine would you hear today?
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