I've long forgotten
the world before perfection
was defined.
The world when all was good
and I was good
and there was nothing
I had to pursue.
Now I have forgotten joy
in an endless search
for a defined unreality.
Too many solid goals
I am taught now to seek,
but none
can return me back
into the great completion
I once had.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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