Perfection

Between the Question and the Perfection
Falls the desire
Falls the empire
And rises the passion
For the overwhelming answers
Of the ever unforgettable questions.

Between the question and the perfection
Rises the moment of the no time
And the fires of Prometheus
Become a crime!
Darkness was meant
To be a bliss
And perfection was meant to be
The world where mind cannot confess!

And YES
I have a word
I have a mission
I have a confession
And so many questions.
YES I don’t believe
And that is the secret
To my PERFECTION.