Perfect

Perfection's what we wanted
Worked for, earned, and got
and I played the harp softly;
your watercolors turned out lovely;
we had a perfect life to live
to love and fear and rot.
Where is the passion in perfect?
It's missing the joy of expense!
Painting, lay by, Harp sit quietly!
We've got to get out, get work done
Get away!
Perfection's what we wanted,
Not knowing what it was
And then we end up stuck as
Living who we're not!