Perfection

Perfection is imperfect
for it does not stay for long.
The world we have is broken
and cannot hold the song.
We listen for that melody.
A broken chord and empty tune.
But the music rarely hits our ears
for across the earth it's strewn.
Perfection is imperfect,
though is captures every heart.
for when that perfect's finally gone
it rips us all apart.

by Hope Jenson

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Yes perfection has it's downfalls and in many cases it's the problem.