to

to this perfection we strive to seek,
to what's yours and mine and ours,
to being fat, to being ugly, to perversions,
to being an exemplary human being,
to being human unlike the dictionary.

to this perfection we strive to seek,
to not the member, to not of the species,
to not the genus, to not the H. Sapiens,
to not the human frailty,
to not the warmth of human understanding,
to not the human race,
to not the human affairs.

to the perfection we strive to seek,
to what's power and to what's redefined,
to what's diseased and to what's dying,
to what's dead when it doesn't matter,
to time that has gone by,
to the hour that came along by,
to the minute that'll kill us,
to the second that'll conspire.

to the perfection i strive to seek,
to your family who i'll never see,
to another world where i try to be
to what's not mine and can never be yours
to the head that i cave inside,
to the mind that i survive,
to the last moment that was just perfect
to the lines that i'm now out of.

to the perfection, undoubtedly.