The Common Lie

Perfection,

What a lie

For it changes with every eye

To some

It the ribbons tied in young golden hair

Or the deep blue eyes that make a handsome pair

Or maybe

It is the 4.0 GPA

Or the Princeton acceptance letter received today

Or is true perfection

The highest of all pure things

Something unreachable

Unattainable

A known unknown

It is a moving goalpost

Forever on the horizon

A dream we sprint towards

Plummet to all fours for

Claw at with exasperated strength

But

Never reach

An unattainable love

Separated from us by reality

Such a pity

That we designate such strength

Towards a false ideal