Perfection

We strive for it,
We reach for it
We try desperately to attain it.
It's elusive,
It's dangerous,
And we can drive ourselves to madness
Hoping to get it.

Perfection...

For the right reasons,
It can help us
It can polish us
To shine like diamond
And sparkle as we go on our way.

Perfection....

But since the Churban
Perfection doesn't exist.
It can be imitated
With lies and Photoshop
With demands as well
But since the Bayis stood
For perfection
And it is now gone
Perfection went with it.

Perfection...

If we strive so hard for it
Shouldn't it be for the right reasons?
To bring Shem Hashem into the world?
To rebuild the Bayis of Hashem?
We should perfect our middos, our thoughts
Our emotions as well.
Our external, and material goals
Can use a little smudge or rip
For they remind us
Of what is no longer with us...

Perfection....