In endless pursuit, we chase the gleam,
Of flawless moments, a silken dream.
Each step we take, each breath we draw,
Seeking perfection, without a flaw.

The mirror’s gaze, a silent judge,
Reflects our hopes, our hearts it nudges.
Yet in its glass, we fail to see,
The beauty woven in our frailty.

For in the cracks and scars we bear,
Lies a story, unique and rare.
Perfection’s myth, a fleeting ghost,
It’s in our flaws we find the most.

Embrace the shadows, the light within,
Let go the chase, let peace begin.
For true perfection, in truth’s embrace,
Is loving oneself, in every space.