Picture Perfect

Pick a perfect picture And I'll show you lines that can divide The soft focus smoothing over The imperfections that we hide Segregation of the soul One that designates our roles As pre-determined curtains drop Exposing all for show Post a picture perfect Then speak of its delights Speak of the harmless hidden treasures Speak of the small-print that denies That crimes can go unwritten Absurdly blurring fact & fiction This canvas frame’s no longer fitting And views can change in different lights For what else is money? Except for paper with pictures Metal with inscriptions Upon which we base convictions And what else can we call prestige? Except another person's creed That stacks one man's certain need Against another’s lurking greed And how else would you view fame? Except for well-controlled acclaim Well-positioned to place with products And well-conditioned to play the game And what of those who see the illusion? And recognise its sweet perfume Are they not consumed by self-delusion? Or merely add to the confusion? For if you pick a perfect picture I'll show you lines that can divide A gentle focus smoothing over The imperfections that we hide Segregation of the soul One that designates our roles For when the curtain drops…. Nothing stops For on must go the show On must go the show Pick a perfect picture And I'll show you lines that can divide Post a picture perfect Then speak of its delights Go down Go down In my flower yard Go down And perhaps You may find Find him there