Perfection is following a line,
A line that is straight without a single flaw,
Following a rule
With little to no thought of what it could do to someone,
Perfection isn't possible,
But we try,
We try to be perfect machines,
Doing what we are told,
Doing what we think is right,
Regardless of what it'll do to the people around you,
Perfection is flawed,
We strive for something that eludes us,
From the very start we chase after the elusive Perfection,
We are told to do something,
And we should
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well made poem, dear Ma'am Jessica.........10++++++++++