In a world where edges gleam so bright,
We chase the flawless, day and night,
Perfection’s ghost, we strive to hold,
A tale of toil and dreams retold.

Each step we take, each breath we draw,
We measure worth by every flaw,
The mirror’s gaze, a silent judge,
In its reflection, we begrudge.

But in the quest for pristine lines,
We lose the beauty of the signs,
That life is more than perfect sights,
It’s in the falls and gentle flights.

So let us pause, embrace the scars,
The broken notes, the faintest stars,
For in their whispers, truth resides,
Perfection lies in hearts and strides.