Sense of Imperfection Video (MV)

This was the first time that I realized
Embracing a limitation can actually drive creativity
It felt great, even if it wasn't
The art I was passionate about
But, once I embraced the shake
I realized I could still make art
I just had to find a different approach
To making the art that I wanted
So, I began experimenting
So little do I know
What I might breathe into the cold
My feet on even ground
Until it literally erodes
I see it when I go back
To the places where I grew
Like a dream that I can go back to
Everything held true
Everything, of course
Except those paths that I've divorced
Everything in time
Every life ran it's course
Now all that I can stand with
Are those things that I began with
And everything I can give
Has already been given before
Still I would give a little more
If you would listen when I call you
We lived on different floors
Of the same building, I never saw you
I let you slip out my grasp
Like the premise of the class
It could never last, we were on different paths
Just like they all do
We waste time
And we fall through the grapevine
But hey, at least we're all on
The same page, like great minds
Just like we want it to
The clock move faster
And another thing I want to do
Gets pushed to the back burner
I let go of the tangible outcome
And saw new possibilities
Where art didn't have to be tangible
Or serious, or permanent
I'm mastering a perfect sense
Of imperfection
Fastening the turmoil to the blessings
Trying to discern what I've neglected
I'm back where we were
When we were us instead of separate
Laughing at the world
Instead of suffering its deficits
Fumbling the evidence
And then holding up the trial
I been rolling with the punches
Haven't thrown one in awhile
Watch it grow into a stubborn sense
Of discomfort
It started this summer
I was a quick jumper
Always lived under false pretenses
Its nothing special
But the big numbers
Are starting to affect the mental
So with the pedal to the metal
I press on to the next stop
Like I'll never let the devil
Keep me locked up in a breadbox
Or meddle with my levels
No peaking when I'm speaking
No feedback when I revel
The deities I believe in
Aren't at peace with one another
There's no even numbers
And the keys are playing
To a different beat than the drummer
I went from having a single approach to art
To an approach to creativity that has just
Completely changed my artistic horizons
Now when I run into a barrier
Or find myself creatively stumped
I move from frustration to anticipation really quickly
Because I know something amazing might come of it