In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where shadows of doubt reside,
A voice whispers tales of flawlessness,
Promising solace in perfection’s stride.
Each stroke of effort paints a scene,
Of unattainable, shimmering dreams,
Yet the canvas remains incomplete,
Haunted by the echo of silent screams.
The heart yearns for a flawless embrace,
Yet finds only fragments of broken grace,
In the relentless quest for the ideal,
A soul wanders in an endless chase.
Amidst the chaos of unyielding pursuit,
Lies the beauty of imperfection’s truth,
For in the cracks of life’s facade,
Resides the light that sets us aloof.