Perfection is a myth.
Why strive for something that doesn't exist?
Like following a rainbow to the bottom of an abyss.
The only thing worse than people who search for perfection,
are the people that believe they have found it.
Living with perfection, that's the goal,
Living with perfection is living with deception.
Why chase a butterfly off the grid?
Why give false hope to a sick child on his death bed?
Finally I see, it's not perfection they seek or believe they have
It's the hope of finding something more,
a song with a new sound.
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