Someone once pointed out
There are no straight lines in nature
No perfect circles without doubt
Why in life then do we seek
A straight path leading to the peak
A shower made of perfect spherical drops
Guarantees not a bountiful crop
When rivers flow they bend and wind
Don't they know
The shortest route between two points is a straight line
We only think of stemming the flow
Tis us who builds dams and dykes
Seeking logic and reason we pretend
That we were here by design not accident
This human urge to achieve perfection
Is what causes grief and gives us strife
Pray someone tell me is it really worth the sacrifice
As utopian as it may sound
If this race to be the best didn’t exist
If good were really good enough
If greys were accepted not just black and white
Would it not be a simpler world
An imperfect one but rather nice
