I took a needle and threaded it with truth
And started to sew the pieces
together,
Every flaw, every mistake.
I sew them all together
Like a patch work quilt
Every good every attribute
I started taking shape
All the nuances and the
imperfections
Complete and perfect
I didn't make me to be judged
But to be tested, to be tempered
By the elements of my world
By chance and by my free will
I am a work in progress
Always will be
Every fall; every flight
Just an event in this endless
Discontinuous experience
That which I call life
My life and I hold no one else
Man or god responsible for it
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