Perfection Is an Illusion

You can’t escape yourself; can you?

From the splinters and tacks and commotion,

Still falling for life and living is it?

But perfection is an illusion.

 Feel you’re boundless is it?

Freedom is a whisper,

It's beckoning beyond,

Why break your own heart?

Try break your freedom’s bonds.

 Feel you’re flying, is it?

Imagining yourself soaring in the air,

But don’t forget someone’s pulling you down,

So, unveil the prism of belief and false,

As hypocrisy is never to drown.

 

Feel perfection now, is it?

Perfection is a temporary success,

Perfection is no gaiety delusion,

Perfection is no further than happiness,

And perfection is……is an illusion…