Thoughts

a wish for perfection

Was there ever a day
When perfection was guaranteed
When every task, word or deed
Followed a pattern so complete
That the demon of accountability
Did recede.
For paranoia depresses
Me with accusations
Of imperfection
I know its true
But hearing it said in different hues
Does not make wishes come true.

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