Perfection Unattained

March 10, 2008
By Tom Blassick, Clarkston, MI

Traveling on a corrupt trail,
on this you’re fixed like
a needle,
Which points in a circle leading to nowhere.

A futile pursuit;
proceeding without a clue.
Thinking your ideological destiny
and your self will converge.

A cycle that never completes.
A concept you cannot befriend.
A destination never witnessed:
except corroded in the mind.

Spend your life
searching for a way.
Trying to win the futile fight;
yet--- you don’t even have a cause.

One like Alexander tried,
some like Hitler failed,
others never came close,
and no one ever will.

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