On Perfection

There is no proof of a perfect life

In reality, it's a neverfound 

There's no perfection defined

Just life and life, all around 

And no one has ever knowingly

Lived a perfect life on earth 

And we say, we like perfection

Isn't it just, a fictional high alert?

Why are we chasing at all?

Reasons, we can't even justify

Perfection only exists here

When seen through another's eyes!

But Aren't those kind eyes full of

Bias? Love, Hate and Trauma? 

Isn't that just a generous opinion?

And perhaps just a playful drama?

Shouldn't the default seeking be 

A path of Evolved Vision?

And not some mythical life

Thriving on an invisible division?

-Al