Sturdy like a redwood

Smooth just like a stone

Tumbling in the ocean

Searching and alone.

Beautiful like the sky

In the evening when it's gold

Perfection isn't real

And that's what you've been told.

What happens when perfection

Comes close and gives you bliss

It's a zephyr and you've grasped it

And it heals your heart with a kiss.

You think you've finally got it

This is how it's going to end

You hold on to your zephyr

And pray with thanks to send.

But you can't hold a zephyr

It won't stay in your hands

Your perfection flies away

And leaves you in the sands.

They told you there's no perfect

So why would you believe

That you had really found it

And that it wouldn't leave?