Imperfections Poem by Wangchat konyak

If you can't be true to others,

At least be true to yourself.

Why chase the illusion of perfection?

It's a quest with no end in sight,

There is no such that could be attained.

If you see them race, let them be,

But you, you sit and relax,

Be who you are, do what you do.

The world has its rhythm, and you, yours.

Your imperfections

Is the definition of you being true.

Stop chasing after the unattainable,

Remember, you lost yourself long gone

When you joined the race.