The Ideal
Author: luna
Filed in: ideal, perfection, pantoum, stepsWe strive for the ideal.
Never knowing exactly where that begins
and where we place now;
driving us further to perfection somehow.
Never knowing exactly where that begins;
our hearts and minds absorb all we can learn.
Driving us further to perfection somehow;
we take our places of power.
Our hearts and minds absorb all we can learn,
so that one day we shall look and feel and know;
as we take our places of power;
We have stepped nearer to that ideal.
That one day when we shall look and feel and know
He is Master, I am slave.
We have stepped nearer to that ideal
Once our lives no longer separate, but meld.
He is Master, I am slave,
and where we place now,
Our lives no longer separate, but meld.
We strive for the ideal.
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