Perfection

You are not perfect, you say; Well, nobody is, say they. Have you analysed yourself enough to realize what makes you imperfect; Or that which keeps you from being an epitome of perfect? Have you? A payoff of hundreds of decades of evolution are you; About the struggles and efforts of your ancestors, Do you even have a clue? There is perfection in imperfection, they say. You don't have to twist your brain to this paradox, I say. If you struggle with the idea, to you that was told; Remember, they make broken bowls perfect, by grouting cracks with gold. Millions of years the world had to wait, Before it could have you. And that, you shouldn't just see through, Surely not let them use you as bait! The universe respects you; more than you would ever know, You need to realize the worth of yourself and keep forever that glow.