Perfection.
It is something we subconsciously strive for; part of the human condition you could say.
The more I think about this word, the more I realize that it is no more than an idea,
A collection of traits summed as as the ideal human individual
Perfection.
It doesn't exist; perhaps it never has,
So why do we long for such a thing?
Is it hard-wired into our DNA, that we should stamp out anything which deviates from this rule?
Perfection.
It has many forms, from the wonder of a newborn babe
to the love of our life who stops our heart.
It is all around us, in every possible form.
It is the trees we glimpse and the air we breathe.
Perfection.
Many years from now, what will you be?
Just another line for the human population to cross,
Or an ideal that we will still try to uphold, pushing many
to the brink of madness while in pursuit.
Perfection,
It is all and it is each of us.
We have the power to choose what perfection means to us.
For me, it is you.
JE LEEST
Poetry That Will Make You Think
PoëzieThis file is for a collection of poems that I will be adding to now and again. These poems are designed to make you think and feel at a deeper level, to feel their words within your heart.
