Trying too hard, too far away

Perfect
This was the goal to which I strove
Perfect
The stake in my throat that I drove
Perfect
when I knew only I could make of me
perfect
what I alone couldn’t refuse to see
perfekt
and all eksplains the world alone
parfekt
when i don see th last wai home​
(perfect)
(and when i hide my aspiration there)
(Perfect)
(I find myself raging to defeat despair)

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