Imperfection

Bright.

So bright that it burns itself out.

 

In a light of self-exhaustion,

And a chance to make the world believe

In the tales of valor and golden times

 

Thoughts intertwined with actions

Dreams crumbling to solitude.

Yet, an unending spring of will,

Spurs you on a journey with no conclusion.

 

Give up, or succumb to the pain

Of defeat or the absence of the fact,

That not an endeavor was made.

Let the universe ridicule you,

While you drown in guilt and regret afresh

 

For it is the nature of imperfection,

To shine the brightest,

When it is least anticipated to.