Perfection - Inconceivable concept. Unobtainable results. Still, we continue to seek it. Some "succeed," But most fall into their own Purgatory Where they will remain.
Chasing the sun leads to the descent - They tell us to keep trying When they do not make the journey. Praise, Positive reinforcement, Or a life desired and left behind - They'll live through you.
So, I come to a grinding halt, Take a moment to arrive To this stop of clarity - I cannot chase perfection, Nor the desire of others.
What halts me? At the root, the center, What prevents me from the great chase?