Ocean of Imperfection

As sure as we need sleep,
From time to time we steep
Into boredom and numbness.
Right and wrong disappears,
Leaving a void to fill.
So in foolery we reel.

From this stupor we awake,
Jolted by pain and mistake —
What we heartily loathe
Is also an antidote.

The saints march on, while making peace
With the infinite ocean of imperfection.

Author: Charlie Lu
Posted: June 8, 2025