Imperfection Minus Perfection

The Human Soul holds all the keys to life,

So why do I, myself bring to the end?

I’m simple’r than the simplest loosestrife rife,

And care more than the oldest friend you fend.

Myself I can express through art and view,

Illuminating all the queries mask’d.

I am more shallow than the bars at two,

Yet more complex than all clocks series task’d.

You won’t find a contention that’s as cold,

But logic is what’s used in my routine.

I shadow all the explanations told,

Yet Oceans hold no fathomless Ravine.

The Prison Guard of our life is the Imp,

And it is Him that causes us to limp.