I am made up entirely of flaws…

I am made up entirely of flaws…
That is why everyone loves me…
They don’t love my fame, status or possessions…
No, they love me, because they can identify with all my impe.

I let one rich traveler pass by and then another…
How can I know them?
They think they are made up of different things…
And mask their flaws with pretense.

When you’re flawed you can be your own physician…
You don’t have to presume to know anything…
The sum of all your knowledge adds up to nothing…
You become a sponge, ready to absorb this beautiful world.

So why do you want to hide your flaws?
They are the reason I love you…
You are already beautiful and unique…
To me, you are what forever feels like.

Please let go of all that silly pretense…
Become like me and detach yourself from all that…
Then you can freely roam and live your true life…
You will roam this world with a blank canvas in your hand.

I love you,

Annie