At first I was untouchable,
Until I sold my few qualities
For marginal tolerability.
At first I was weak,
Until I sold my future comfort
For temporary achievement.
At first I was indolent,
Until I sold my sanity
For dizzying productivity.
At first I was going nowhere,
Until I sold four years of my best
For a very expensive push out of the nest.
It seems the only path to perfection
Is either longer than I will live,
Or ceasing to exist,
Which means I may or may not learn which.
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