perfection...

5-11-6

i see again those dreams
of perfection folded in my arms
again there is a desire
to break out of this self and reach it

why so strong a desire
yet so vague my vision
why the need for security
not so enthusiastic my actions

why the fear of losing
what i dont really want
why compromises for principles
for love, for whom i care

the desire for perfection
binds me now so strong
yet few moments pass
practical view settle, whoosh...its all gone

but traces will forever remain
sparks seldom will ignite
fuel for once i will give it
and reach out to fold my arms...

I will do it...lest I perish !