A Blight's Song

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Incapable I am of being perfect -
I wobble, I slip, I flounder,
I meander, I squander, I wander -

Yet I want to reach you,
Attaining you is all I thirst for..

I possess only limited skills,
I accomplish little even when I try,
I trip and fall at every turn..

Yet I want to reach you,
Attaining you is all I thirst for..

Will I contaminate your splendor..?
Will I be a disgrace in your grandeur..?
Will your doormen ever admit such a blight..?

I do not know what you have in store for me,
Maybe consigned I am to eternal unfulfilledness..

Yet all I know is that I want to reach you,
Attaining you is all I thirst for..