Imperfect

 

We are all but imperfect...
The strive for excellence..
The endless loads of work..
of plights BIG and small..

Emotions uncontrollable..
UPs and downs...
Of past, present and future...

Now.. past twelve...
Sitting alone in my living room..
the hours past by so quickly

Yearning to complete
what I intended to do..
Fighting back the motivation
of the intense presence of...

my helplessness to feel the sense...
of the surreality of trying to
to reach perfection....