Buzzing everywhere.
Thought after thought.
Not letting each other finish.
Chaos, imperfection.

Perfection can be made,
but what is perfect?
Four corners of square,
or roundness of sphere?

Shadow is crooked,
just look at it different.
Nothing casts no shadow,
you can go deeper.

No disturbance.
Like a silent lake,
in all aspects.
No thought, nothingness.

Buzzing everywhere.
Thought after thought.
Suddenly silence,
perfection forever.

But….
You can lose even if,
you did everything,
perfectly.