.:Imperfection:.

I wished I lived in a perfect world,
no problems to bring me down.
A land without pain or suffering,
and where tears and cries mean nothing.
Nirvana, Utopia, Paradise;
Land of the free and happy,
that’s all I ever wanted…
for the world and for me.
Perfection is but a dream
for it can never come true.
War, Terrorism, Hunger and Death…;
Constant reminders of what we cannot have.
One life for another, death for revenge;
Such thoughts are rampant,
Impure and Unadulterated
In a world without perfection.