a poem
I need reminders
How far perfection is
An opposite of reality
Goals unattainable
Aimed towards
With arrow missed
Forever falling short
It matters not if I hit
Only that the effort remains
To draw and loose
Each attempt again
Toiling away until death
Like one who carries the boulder
Never achieving the summit
If I cannot accept this
If I refuse to aim and toil
Failure and death will greet me
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