Facts of Life Syndrome

In the quest for perfection,
a journey so beguiling,

Crafting the perfect human,
a task so reviling.

Struggles and hardships,
they come in a wave,

In the pursuit of perfection,
we become a slave

A heart that's unyielding,
a spirit that's free,

Yet, bound by the chains
of our own decree.

The human form,
so fragile and weak,

Yet, in its resilience,
perfection we seek.

In the face of adversity,
we rise and we fall,

Yet, the human spirit,
it conquers,
all.

Tired and weary,
yet, we persist,

In this relentless pursuit,
we insist.

In the grand scheme of nature,
we're but a speck,

Yet, we strive for perfection,
our spirits,
we check.

The perfect human,
a paradox so clear,

In our imperfections,
we.
are.
dear.