Perfection
Pure and true
But always elusive
Two steps away
But always going away
The pursuit of it
Is futile
Yet it is done
Perfection
Impossible, yet desired
Almost perfect
But never there
Perfection
Running away
Scared of being found
Of being tainted
Perfection
Hidden nowhere
Found nowhere
Non-existent, seemingly
Yet it can be seen
If only you want to
Perfection
Hidden nowhere
Found nowhere
Non-existent, yet
It's pursued
Chased after
By those
Unworthy of it
Perfection
Never found
For if found
The perfection
Will be lost
In being discovered
It will crumble
Into a million pieces
Perfection
Don't try
But try still
Just don't find it
And if it is found
Then it isn't
To be spread
For while in motion
It gathers dirt
Dragging it down
Going down, down, down
Into the ground
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