I admit I have a wont
For perfection in every thing
In my home, my work,
And even my society.
I hold the standard high, Proclaim
“This! This is what we can achieve.”
Here’s a goal on which to fix our gaze.”
High and lofty are Ideals.
In their absence we’ve
No kind of map or compass,
No social steering wheel.
The Ideal is not realistic,
I get it.
It’s never played out or lived.
Yet without It’s fire and passion,
Without It’s noble dream,
There is no vision and we’re left to wander,
“Where do I go from here?”