Perfect

I look around, chaotic joy

With list of things that do annoy

Exhausting, yes. There is no slack

But bliss is something I don’t lack

The clutter, I can hope to fix it

But hey, let’s all be realistic

Life is messy, demands are wearing

Yet never short of love and caring

I wouldn’t trade for beige decor

Fastidiousness is a bore

Existence that is so curated

Unsullied world is overrated

A “perfect” life I will not live

For happiness is relative…