Just Decent

There is no such thing as a perfect world.

You can chase that world to the ends of the earth until you realize that it's round.

There is no such thing the perfect life.

You may follow that life to the ends of the earth until you realize that it's round.

There is no such thing at the perfect man.

You may look for him at the end of the earth until you realize that it's round.

There is so such as perfection at all, yet we all chase perfection at one point or the other until we realize that like end of the earth it doesn't exist.

We can only have a decent world, a decent man, a decent life.

But we can only be happy with decent once we stop chasing what doesn't exist to the ends of the earth.
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This is my first poem and I'm not sure what kind it it, so I just put down free verse.