Still one left.
I have all I wanted, yet one thing remains,
Elusive and unknown, a lingering strain.
Is it perfection I seek, a flawless ideal?
But I embody it in my words, my speaking reveal.
Is...
Elusive and unknown, a lingering strain.
Is it perfection I seek, a flawless ideal?
But I embody it in my words, my speaking reveal.
Is...