The imperfect being
I made a spoken word audio, it wasnt done perfectly, but I plan on improvement.
You can listen to it
I toured some part of the world,
The north, the south, the west and the East
But all I can see is the imperfect being
I saw people whose faith cannot be taken from them and
I saw people who are lost in their faith but they aren't perfect
I saw husband whose wife won't stop commending and
I saw wife whose husband won't stop praising
Yet they aren't perfect
I saw beauties that left your mouth agape
and
I saw handsomeness that make you think otherwise but they aren't perfect either
I continued my journey of the perfect search
With the hope of seeing my perfect being
Days gone
Nights gone
Weeks gone
Months gone and
Years gone
I couldn't see a perfect being,
I got lost in my journey and
Got lost in my own thoughts
Then,
I ask myself
Am I the perfect being
I look deep into myself and realised that
I'm not a perfect being either
I woke up from my thoughts
Stopped my journey and
Found my way back to my lair
I finished my journey without seeing the perfect being, then I realised they never exist
Thank you
I liked your recited Poetry
Happy day