I had a dream,
A simple dream,
Of a world I've never seen.
In this world,
All seem'd like bliss,
But mistake not,
It was but a kiss.
And that taste,
Of what felt like heaven,
Was but part of the loaf,
That I did leaven.
For with every good
There be always evil.
No matter what I did
I could not stop them.
And now I am trapped
In my own perfection...
Don't let yourself,
Be ensnared,
By a single, perfect idea:
It will destroy you.
I wrote this, oh, three years ago now? I repeat it to myself whenever I feel sad because something didn't work out how I hoped it would.
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Tonin
Perfectionism is indeed a double edged sword. *nods*
Nicely writ.
^^