Elusive Perfection

I wish, I want,

I get.

But nothing seems perfect;

not everything,

not perfect.

I cannot always imagine it.

I imagine bits and pieces,

but somehow,

I do not see the whole image,

and so

maybe,

I get only pieces.     

Or it might have nothing

to do with my imagination.

This is all you get.

Perfection is always,

just 

beyond reach.

I can never decide.

Is it human nature,

is it the reality of life,

or is it me?

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