Perfect But Not

In a world, you call perfect,
Others still drown.
While you see the happiness,
They see the downs.

In a world, you call perfect,
Everyone gets along.
Sickness is fictitious,
And money is all around.

In a world, you call perfect,
Someone is crying;
Wishing for things,
They will never find it.

Someday you’ll realize,
Perfect is unrealistic.
There’s always a person
Who’s life is at stake.