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.
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