In dreams we chase the flawless light,
A beacon pure, beyond the night.
We seek a world where all is right,
Yet shadows dance, despite our sight.

The mirror shows what we desire,
A visage free from flaw and mire.
But gazing deep, the soul conspires,
To teach that love is not required to be higher.

Perfection, though, is but a dream,
A fleeting wisp of golden gleam.
In truth, it’s in the in-between,
Where beauty lies, unseen, serene.

Let go the chase, embrace the now,
For in our flaws, we learn to bow.
Each scar, each line, a sacred vow,
To live, to love, to just allow.