A Work In Progress

The world seeks an abstract view of perfection.
A scattered sight, sight of body, mind, personality, moral direction.
one's values differ from another's, truly showing humanity's dull sense of perception.
A perfect body, flawless face, capturing eyes, smooth voice, muscles pulsating, vexing in definition.
Always searching to meet society's view when pressed the stress leads to ugly temptations.
Vices living up to their names gripping your mind and soul an unsettling vibration.
Through healing you gain a new sight, anew aspect of thought enjoying the imperfections.
An understanding mind, an imperfect body, a welcoming soul, telling the world its character is inspiration.
For we are all a work in progress and should never strive for perfection.
The greatest joy anyone could feel lies in the deepest parts of our identitys those shining imperfections.