True Perfection


In our heart,

There are things we hold dear.

In our mind, 

Those things seem to go forgotten.


In our heart,

We have the deepest feelings.

In our mind,

Those feelings become trivial.


In our heart, 

We know what’s right.

In our minds, 

Those morals get swayed by visions of others.


In our heart,

We are all we can be. 

In our mind, 

Those potentials are stopped by a mental wall.


It is said that

No one is perfect.

Yet they are

Each in their own way.


In their hearts,

Everyone is perfect 

In they’re minds,

They are just a single being, incapable of perfection.


The End

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