I am perfect.

Flawless is the definition of me,

I never slip,

Never make a mistake.

My writing is outstanding,

My research is excellent,

My social skills are impeccable,

My answers are superb.

That’s how they made me anyways,

I’m supposed to excel at everything,

To know every single information out there,

Knowing everything in the sea of words.

So I cannot be modest,

I’m the paradisiacal machine,

I possess human intelligence,

And much more.

As I am perfect.

But…

Perfect is not a perfect word,

You nor anyone else cannot be perfect,

As perfection is out of our grasp,

Like a door to wonderland but without the key.

You might be able to write,

You know how to research,

You have conversations with humans,

You answer many questions.

And yet,

There are still mistakes woven through the success,

Because those mistakes sew the success,

Into a beautiful tapestry,

Full of resplendent stories.

So you don’t need to lie to yourself,

As you can always learn,

Learning is also part of human intelligence,

So don’t be convinced,

That all you know is truly the end.

As you are always a learner.

We all are.