Don Bukana Poet Carpe Diem

Perfection

If thou seeketh perfection in life's great stage
Then contentment, like a distant star, doth age
For all the world, with all its wondrous ways
Is but a fleeting spectacle, a passing phase

To strive for perfection doth oft leave empty hearts
For in this mortal realm, we all play our parts
And though we seek to transcend with all our might
Perfection, like the morning mist, doth vanish from sight

So long as we seek to be what we're not
Our soul's true purpose shall be forgot
For contentment lies not in what we achieve
But in the lessons that life doth conceive

So let us shun the illusion of perfection
And seek instead to find greater reflection
For in the journey, not just the destination
We find contentment, peace, and true elation.

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