Obsessed with perfection we stumble and fall,

Seeking it not just in people but everything in life.

Take a moment to look around the room or hall,

All those imperfections somehow fit perfectly fine.

Strange but true, imperfects together form a perfect,

But we are trained to see only the flaws.

Nothing here is flawless in every aspect,

One of nature’s many undisputed laws.

I don’t need to relate to make you see,

Because what I am saying is already in your mind,

Just learn to see how things come to be,

Perfectly imperfect is the finest kind.