Perfection Is Dull

Hiding away into the deepest of the darkest depths.
Seeking for the last grasp of denial hoping to escape reality.
Does it matter if denial is our friends or foe?
Can we truly be forgotten in out fantasy.
Humans search the world to find their greatest mystery
But never fully indulge in its greatness for they are afraid of its hurt
Strive for perfection
When already revealed that perfection is dull?