In life I journey searching for perfection,
Striving, seeking, learning, seeing,
Fighting for what I have lost:
That first and dear perfection;
Glory of my birth. So lost in
Desperation and living on this Earth.
As bright as glows the noon-day sun
Did my glory shine at birth.
That, as I grew it grew dull.
My precious light, perfections glow,
Lost was to the lusts of life.
Which did o’er take me ‘till
I knew the truth of things unseen.
Each day I sought but never found
Truths light nor exaltation.
Oh accursed circumstance!
Why do I long for what I cannot have?
Why must perfection be torn from my hand?
How can it be that the treasure I seek
Is forbidden of me the second I find
That I want it?
Oh dreadful virtue!
To which perfection is bound!
Perfection once found,
Who’s goodness abounds,
Cannot betray the promise
It made: the Finder it cannot forsake.
Oh devilish goodness!
How perfect is perfection?
How great can greatness be?
Why would the finder leave
Perfection and seek veniality?
All things love perfection,
Though few do it enjoy;
More so than waste it’s wonders,
More so than seek it’s joy.