Another one by me.

Nobody really likes perfection

And nobody knows why

And nobody seems to care

People don't often dare

And many are easy to scare

And the grass is cemented over

As the years go on on

As each tree falls

With each tree

Until the final day is done

And we eat

And dance

And drink

And dance

Until death does come

And asks about love

Asking us what we have done in the name of love

How much we have freely given of ourselves

Losing even

Like a loser

Just like a loser.