Obsessed with Perfection

I am an instruction kind of person,

I obsessively read each step by step.

And I do find this illness to worsen,

After each error and unwanted misstep.

Now you see, it all has to be controlled.

Yet there are not enough people who care!

Men and women ranging from young to old,

Flail through a life that is once and rare.

Consequences are of no importance,

And they refuse to learn from their mistakes.

They let their days fill up with discordance,

Every step ultimately an earthquake.

I take back calling my ways an illness -

It’s better than living in futileness!