I dreamt I was in paradise
Where every thing was beautiful
Nothing here displeased my eyes.
I thought at first how wonderful.
But I grew bored and longed to see
something which lacked perfection
This paradise did not suit me.
I voiced my consternation
I needed contrasts to compare
The constant beauty soon grew stale.
I did not want to remain there
I was afraid that I would fail.
Lose my ability to choose
What kind of beauty I preferred
I made my mind up to refuse
The sad boredom heaven offered.
Your paradise would be my hell
Total perfection’s not for me
I must have ugliness as well
a difference that I can see.
When I awoke I was relieved
to see my world just as it is.
And not the paradise conceived
by others as a state of bliss.
13-Sep-08
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