Why Does The Dust Fall Evenly

You're looking for perfection A jungle without vines A clear road through mountain climbs You're looking for perfection No deviations In two perfect oval eyes You're looking for perfection, The sweetest gifts But no hidden-surprises You're looking-for-flawlessness A diamond in the rough without any flaws No blemishes or inclusions...visible. But honestly that kind of love Is neither true nor real They're just shadowy dreams Without any physical substance Why does the dust fall evenly where ever it lands? Why doesn't it fall in snowdrift around the legs? Of porcelain Jersey-cow and that milkmaid On your grandmother's dark-wooden mantelpiece Is it because everything equally belongs Good and evil are they, not simply foes-and-lovers Where else does passion come from? Heaven or hell, it's a craving we have in each step. And a trip or a fall Only makes you stand up sturdier Stand up tall For the belittled and the small Perfection doesn't exist There's no such thing as flawlessness And if you want the truth! That's why I love you.