I see perfection as the highest cloud.
Will I ever reach it? I doubt.
What will I achieve and what will I lose,
Can't step ahead without this muse.
Everyone is running an oblivion race,
Perfection is the goal in this chase.
Flaws are not acceptable, I often hear.
Where will I stand, I really fear.
For I'm a girl whose ally's imperfections.
The moon's imperfect so, am I
Our beauty in these marks lie!
They make me feel who I really am
Forgetful of what the world demands.
What is perfect? I question today,
Is it that what makes me someone else?
And changes me in an unloving way!
What I'll be tomorrow, I do not know,
But I will be a better me, for sure.
With a goal of improving everyday,
I live my life on a better stay.
Imperfection is what is life,
So this chase, I stop today!
It's not about what I can't be,
But it's about saving the real me.
No one is perfect and none can be,
This great truth, today I see!
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Chasing perfection
PoetryThis piece of poetry is moreover about the long run people choose to attain perfection in their lives but unfortunately they forget that nothing is perfect in this world and imperfection is just the other name for life.
