On Perfectness
If you care about perfectness
You will feel nothing is perfect
You may end up with a pessimist
And always feel bad
If you don't care about it at all
Everything seems to be Perfect
You are spontaneously an optimist
And quite often feel glad
The truth is often not so satisfied
Perfectness appears likely in the ends
It is either your beginning of life
Or unfortunately, you are already dead
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