Perfectionism Poem by Je'free Y .

Not far, nirvana, nations without guns and diseases,
Where men speak only the language of the heart;
Euphoria, a dream away, rising on the horizon
To harmonize the surroundings in symmetry.

Not hard, state of bliss is within reach,
A heaven where cherubim and seraphim linger
In the cities, in the governments, like some divine
Light illuminating a once dark alley.

The critic says these are thoughts
Of a dreamer with an impossible ideal.

Still, paradise is forming somewhere tomorrow-
Air and water cleansing into absolute purity.
Food and wisdom flow over the brim and bank
Of an earth rid of thieves and heartbreakers.

Pain will be left behind by time like some dark
Memory abandoned by a forgetful mind.
Only the fragrance of joy will intoxicate the lands;
And I, sitting on the lap of eternity, will be content.