The idea of perfection has always eluded me
Isn't perfection merely the best that you have seen?
Isn't it just a measure of your grasping ability.
A Moronish standard that doesn't let you sleep.
It's a monstrosity of the mind
Why give it the power to hurt ?
An Utopian abstraction
You can't even put in words.
Nothing in this word is perfect
No idea, no sound you have heard.
You are not perfect
And neither are my words.
If chasing perfection can lead to no victory
Then why must we live in such brazen contradictories?
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Quest for Serotonin
Poetry"Through the Garden of Eden lies the garden of weeds..." An amalgamation of rhythmic thoughts intended to provoke the reader to think about the greater questions in life. Questions that ever so often keep us awake at night. Questions that deserve a...
