The Statue of Limitations

I'm only half the man
I used to be
The other half
Ran away from me

He took the train 
To the coast
In search of truth
In another host

An empty vessel
He said of me
As he pondered
By the sea

Then it happened
He got mad
Said no ones perfect
That I'm not so bad

The search for perfect
Ran out of time
To be imperfect
Is not a crime

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