Poem -

Road to perfection

Road to perfection

Removing any thoughts from the mind
Leaving all past flaws behind
Strengthening the weakness within my game
Enabling myself whatever endgame they want me to play
Locking away any emotion to ever be felt
Creating an empty shell, so nothing can be held
Finding the balance between beast and man
Becoming a mere being nobody, but me can understand
Staring at a mirror that has no reflection
Not taking part of joy, nor satisfaction
As perfection is like a long long road ahead
Expanding more and more when time goes and...still going even when a person is dead
Because perfection is the true goal any of us truly wants, but all but one shall achieve
Perfection is like the jealousy between people, what one has and the others don't
The black spots when everything is white, the missing, the cold and the bold
The luck, the happiness and all the rest put on a platter in front of everyone's noses
But only one can feel, taste, conquer and rise above it
Don't get me wrong as perfection to many is like a fake key, that simply doesn't exist
Yet unable to resist... cause even the word alone
In all it's glory, perfect shape and form, has many ways to unlock itself
That even those who can't see...know what it means
Because even if it's not meant to be... people will always believe

 

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