Perfect? Poem by Josh McNair

is it possible to have something perfect?
everything i see points to no
but do i stop trying
do i stop looking?

would i even know what perfect was if i found it?
my view of it may have changed from what it was intended to be
i might see it and glance over
i might have seen it and glanced over

perfect is a beautiful word
but a word, is all that it is
7 letters that keep pushing you
and idea that keeps whispering to you

find me find me

but gone as fast as its spoken.