There are mental simulations in the mind, of ideals
Preaching the perfect idealogies according to our ideas
As time goes along on the journey, there are discrepancies
The imperfections, that fall short of our expectancies
The steps halted, the mind wandered, the mind pondered
The breathing slow, the heart lament, emotions fizzle and sizzled
A wry smile upon the lips
A wrenching twist........
Perfection requires now
An overhaul.
Ideals are often so rigid, it is inflexible
Perfections that have no flaws, incorruptible
Beautiful as it used to be
Now seems gone, where is it already
In the past, the bygone
Almost felt wrong
A cut in the heart
Reality hits
Perfection now needs
Correction immediate.
The future is not bleak
But it is harder to see
Dark, it is not in this alley
But the future is hard to imagine really
The deviation from perfection
A thought that is hard to grasp, like animation
Distorted yet can rebound back
Humorous while it slacks.
The future is the plan
Perfection still likes ahead, it still can
Because there is a need for perfect-correction
Reconstruct the emotions
Realign the idealogies
Rewrite the language to suit reality
Acceptance of a new perfection
Starts with a need for correction
Ideals do not come and go
They just shape-shifted to suit the goals
Following the flow
Come a-new, re-shape the old.
Perfection
Becomes Perfect-correction
Acknowledgement
Acceptance
Not a new concept
Just difficult to reach that depth
But life is to move forward
No regrets, improvement has its worth
Not for the sake of love itself, so naive
But for the sake of living the life of it.
It can be a crossroad
It can be a dilemma of a goal
It can be a roadblock
It can be a deadlock
It can be any obstacles one may imagine
Then why can't be it the possibility of anything
Is it not still a perfection
Just because it has been a perfect-correction.
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