Perfection, Progress/ Values, Meaning, Feeling
We push for perfection,
And so we miss the point.
We pass the inspection,
But still we disappoint.
It is out fixation with
The boxes we check-off,
That leaves us all empty.
Faced with substance, we scoff.
Beauty isn’t even
In the beholder’s eye.
It’s only in the plans,
We faithfully apply.
So beautiful because
They give us what we want.
Beauty of creation?
Or progress we can flaunt.
But how to define them:
Progress and perfection?
By the new and shiny?
By a passed inspection?
What of substance?
What of meaning?
What of values?
What of feeling?
When the ends and the
means
Don’t consider meaning,
Take for granted values,
And are always fleeting…
How do we fill
ourselves:
Our souls and our lives?
And not just our stomachs.
With checkmarks and archives?
We are not boxes;
We are not machines;
We are not problems;
We are human beings.
And so we miss the point.
We pass the inspection,
But still we disappoint.
The boxes we check-off,
That leaves us all empty.
Faced with substance, we scoff.
In the beholder’s eye.
It’s only in the plans,
We faithfully apply.
They give us what we want.
Beauty of creation?
Or progress we can flaunt.
Progress and perfection?
By the new and shiny?
By a passed inspection?
What of meaning?
What of values?
What of feeling?
Don’t consider meaning,
Take for granted values,
And are always fleeting…
Our souls and our lives?
And not just our stomachs.
With checkmarks and archives?
We are not machines;
We are not problems;
We are human beings.
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