What shall I do to cross the line?
I hear the voices of perfect, happy people.

My imperfect body made me hide.
My imperfect eyes clouded my sight.
My imperfect mind made me doubt.

The only perfection I know in my life
Is the steady, unyielding movement of time.
I heard perfection lies beyond this thick-bordered line.
A perfect place where I can hide my imperfections,...