"Perfection"

Perfection is a myth,

With an ugly twist.

You think you've got it made,

When you're only playing a game.

 

When the tower falls,

And the cookie crumbles.

The facade will fall,

and show it all.

 

Nothing is ever too perfect.

The pieces don't always fit.

Nothing you do is too worth it.

When it all comes down to it.

 

So swallow the pill,

Take some advice.

You shouldn't learn

The same lesson twice.

 

Don't waste too much of your life,

Or bide too much of your time,

For something that wont,

Turn out perfectly right.

 

 

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