Picture Perfect: the real one

Picture Perfect Painted with a purpose To which only Maker can see, Explaining the thought process Its creation to be. But without a frame It doesn't feel done, Incomplete, lonely, forbidden The earth and moon without sun. Hidden in its existence Is the yearning to be complete, Finished and ready to be shown For onlookers to meet. The frame frames all content The perfect canvas excites, All people with purpose Out of dark, into light. Proud of effort to be The vision of the perfect life, Knowledge of the hope Tension cut with a knife. Why we can't find the frame That will complete our canvas so, Is the life long journey That's somewhat out of our control. Frameless picture shows flaws Borderless canvas with frayed edges, Waiting for the perimeter of stoppage Like fenceless backyards with hedges. See our side of error Beckoning for others praise, Reducing the fear from their eyes Of those surrounding it for days. The picture can be a Picasso Created with distinct passion and name, But just like our life It's serious business, not a game. Hail to all of those canvas's withtheir perfect frames!!!