In a society of perfection,
is there room for mistake?
Can you laze in the beginning,
then burn yourself at the stake?
For once you choose to waste the given time,
There is no chance on the dime...
To make up for that lost time.
Must you be perfect from the start
to compete in life today?
No room for error, no excuse,
No time so hope or pray.
You must devote yourself to the future,
for the past is merely that.
The past determines your present,
and yes, your predetermined path.
No one person is a prodigy
Perfection can not exist.
So why m ust we strive so hard -
condition ourselves with an iron fist;
to achieve a goal so far out of reach,
for one and all,
A goal we can not teach?
What is society based on perfection
When such does not exist?
A misery - a painful place,
for those of us who can't persist.
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