Where I Live

I'm somewhere south of perfect
Here, in adequate
Its miles from enough
Far from ideal's city lights
Rural dwelling for now
Make no mistake though
Serenity doesn't sit calmly in these suburbs.
If he does pass by,
He's alien.
I worry for him.
Adequate deals in private moments a plenty
Come here to ponder
Or meet me.
Skies and tears pass through too
So stay near to wonder what a friend is
And other questions;
Oh, there'll be questions.
You'll find ample company to discuss those
In adequate's many halls of mirrors.
The acoustics you'll find
Are perfect for conversation there.
Perplexity and nostalgia
Walk here also, companions of dreams.
That are torn up inside
By visions of ''reality'',
And answered by ideals
That say calmly
''Which spectacular thing,
Ever came expectedly so?"
You'll go back and forth
With those two I tell you
If you ever come and visit;
I'm somewhere south of perfect,
Where are you?