[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Walking Perfection

Walking on a trail of forgotten souls
Wild yet wistful in the winter breeze
You walk, and you look for perfection
For immaculateness your heart weeps
The one who walks in idyllically conceptual
The one who is walking perfection
A trail you lead, a list you keep
With the contradictory breeze and heart that weeps

Glance at the list, look up at the trail
The sheer enormity makes you pale
Another cast aside, the final nail?
No, again you must set sail
Your heart weeps more and more
The list grows and grows
The wind continues to blow
And your legs are growing sore

You search the earth for walking perfection
Brushing away impurities and look at the list again:
They must be smart and oh so strong
With a beauty unmatched and a way to belong
This perfection is not an addict or a fool
They do ever refuse or retreat to persist
They do not ever leave anything incomplete or missed
This windblown, weeping perfection
They do not ever exist...