Can you handle perfect?

I once met a man who lived in his hands
on the side of the road, next to the darkest of alleyways.
Down about the crumbling and death,
he saw that the end was nigh, I showed him his own lie.
When everything terrible has a flip-side that is anything but,
the sorrow of one should be the same man's pick me up.
Everything can be perfect, everything can be righteous.
It's all up to us, to believe in the beauty of life.

There is nothing bad in this world, but the human spirit turned wrong.
with fists to the sky, we can still see the perfection we live in.
We're off with new found ideals to try,
with an open mind, we can live happy 100% of the time.

On the F train I saw a familiar face, living out his Saturday,
living in his hands again, he asked "can any of us be saved?"
What once was beautiful was gone in a flash,
what you cannot hold, will not hold effect to last.
"I could not keep it, I was sad to see it go."
I guess he had a point, but it's the stream he didn't know.
There's more than enough to go around, glance and let it flow.
It will be in your head as long as you need, keep it and move on for more.

Stay away from the live ones, most are a human spirit past expiration.
A dead man on the street can hold more beauty than the trees,
we can see the perfection we die with.
We're off with tools to save our lives.
with an open mind, we can live happy 100% of the time.

A man once found me, living in my hands
on the top of a roof, with a shattered 35 twenty stories below.
My eyes and heart became depressed from all they will miss.
The overload of perfection, can not possibly be seen in two lifetimes.
Things you'll never get to visualize, your eyes long to see,
and things you'll never feel on repeat, your heart longs to beat.
The man said he'd heard it all before and had the cure,
he handed me a notebook, and disappeared from the earth.

Don't hear from your mind, it only wants to shut you down
red is the color of life, trust it with all you have.
Things, people, feelings, sights, too many to experience,
There is more beauty than stars, and limited space to store
keep the important ones. Roll with the perfection, let it flow.