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Perfect is something we seek,
Every day of every week.
Wanting what is not there,
This state of mind makes you unaware,
Of the messages left by fate,
Leaving you to ponder and wait.

How is it that we love to avoid,
The very things that make us overjoyed,
To live or to pass on,
In the end we will be gone.
No one lives forever anymore,
I can tell you that for sure.