who are you?
"i am perfection."
said the voice
"without me,
the world would be noise"
but nothing is perfect
or so i've been taught
"ah, yes." says perfection
"i get that a lot."
so then, tell me
do you really exist?
or are you unobtainable?
like fine mist?
"oh, that depends on how you stare.
for some,
i'm right here
and for most
i'm nowhere."