In Thoughts You Are Perfect In thoughts you are perfect in thoughts you do not quail bicycle minus wheel in spirit never fails In life things are harder you could not be bound when the ideal came circling and took yoursecond round And now you sift what is and what’s only dreamed you wish that wheel were yours but it was not so deemed Do not grieve without it why rage at the fates? The one that remained is sound and in place Why value it little for the perfect you burn try to lend it more trust start to live, do not mourn