Imperfect

How long will I fall?

Rise and fall, then end on my knees.

How long will I endure?

Slack and work, then feel not at ease.

It's hard being an imperfect being.

Just as hard trying to be perfect.

All I desire is to please you in ways I'm more than capable of,

but my incapability ceases not to catch up to me.

I remember how imperfect I am.

How easily I fall,

How I can't stand firm like a dam.

I remember my inability to fight.

How hard it is to stand,

How I can't flee

Or, how I can't take flight.