Nothing’s perfect

Nothing’s perfect,
Nothing is;

Everywhere you go
You find them,

Small grievances
Or big ones;

You will always find
Reason for despair.

Nothing is perfect,
Nothing is;

The world not for you,
You not for the world.

What it means?
I do not know.

We’re fucked?
We suck?

Both probably.
And also:

Beauty isn’t measured in perfection;
Nor is love.

The right response
To life,

The right response
To imperfection

Is despair;
But not just despair.

Also love
Also wonder

Also hope
Also laughter.

Nothing’s perfect,
Nothing is.