To Notice

There are some things I notice and some things I don't

If it's only things possible and when it's never, I won't

To awaken to truths, if only I can become aware

To face the challenges, that only I can bare

The consequence of hind sight, it's always that I'm late

Seems to have engulfed my life and sealed my fate

Perfection as a virtue, impossible to form

As if something to be instilled in me, aside from the norm

For I am only human, there are traits of imperfection

Yet alone without human contact, disables the question