Perfection, is the over sought goal
Which Man has never found.
To be considered perfect,
Is a limitation set by the minds of others.
To be considered flawed,
is the minds of others being jerks.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
But when someone is there
For all to behold,
Then beauty is a figment of the mind.
Perfection, in body, in spirit,
In mind,
Is an unobtainable goal
left for fools.
For there are no limits to man,
To human beings even the sky is low.
There will always be someone greater,
Expectations will always go higher,
But perfection is simply an end.
