The Irony of Perfection

With simple minds, and simple hands we commence,
in a silence that harbors regret.
Imperfect beings united,
in a world where false perfection reigns.

Unfair are the perceptions that bring down self worth,
always steady and strong...
stifling.

Always fighting through,
to an imaginary place
where imperfection is adored.

It's just me, just you, just us....