He who aims for perfection
Usually goes the wrong direction.
He then walks a road of frustration,
Resentment, and degeneration.
He who always wanted to be right
Let his morals fall out of sight.
He never backs down from a fight,
Pretending the truth with all his might.
He who did not like things rough
Was in for a surprise.
He wanted to show the world he was tough
But always thought it was never enough.
He who wanted to be perfect
Found that it was never worth it.
He was so lost in his little lie
That he forgot to appreciate life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem