Perfection

I dream of perfection; I devise every hour as if it is my last. Pain staking days; years to come; kilometers to track. Tossing  and turning the pendulum of existence; the gears snap woven shut. Open the cabinet, find the will. Traverse ahead to the the ruin behind; find the scroll, make it into a chapter book. Punch the clock-catch the epitaph dial. 'Past, present, future existence: hope, faith; devotion, deception, denial; love, passion; anger, hate, sorrow; pain, nonsense, common sense, wisdom, logic; happiness, sadness, loss. I am the organism inside with extra behavior. I dream; therefore I am; being real in the theory of my own life.

Deeply restoring my own logic,

I understand my own essence.

My knowledge has increased;

So has my awareness on this matter.

Theoriorizing my own notion,

I have come to compliance.

I have realized suicidal ideation;  and cognition,

Weakens the process of humanity.

My decision is concluded,

without forbearance of self;

Rather-resided.

I am society.

I am patterns, routines, rituals;

I am characters chest.

I  finance, rules, regulations;

I am feelings, behavior, and morality.

I am the placement; I am away.

I am opinion, also politics.

I am religion and faith.

I am the leader and the follower.

I am the busy and the lazy.

I am not self.

Self does not have an opinion to carelessness.