In the mirror’s gaze, a restless soul finds,
Chasing dreams etched on the edge of night,
Perfection’s whisper, a siren’s call,
Promises of peace, yet binds so tight.

Each stroke of paint, a quest for the divine,
A flaw in the canvas, a tempest in the mind,
The heart beats to a rhythm of untold demands,
In the quest for flawless, serenity unwinds.

The relentless pursuit, a dance with shadows,
Seeking the unattainable with fervent heart,
Yet perfection remains a distant star,
As the soul finds beauty in the imperfect art.

Lay down the burden of unreachable dreams,
Embrace the beauty in the chaos of life,
For in the cracks, the light finds its way,
And in imperfection, true perfection thrives.