Perfection is what you want it to be
In a night, in a moment
What I'm not, what I'll never be,
The demon behind achievement,
The reason we've all lost ourselves here
In this life.
Too busy for approval
To take the moments in
Too focused on finish line
To ever really win.
Perfection is what we want it to be
Though it's something we're unable to see,
To us, it's something we'll never reach,
To me, it's the reason I bleed.
Poetry » Life Rated: K+, English, Poetry, Words: 92, Published: 4/4/2007