Frustration

There are so many things,
That can go wrong,
It's surprising that it's surprising,
That things go wrong at all.

And what's the mechanism of adaptation,
That fails to engage in lieu of despair?
Sanity's purpose is never served,
By shutting down without a care,

Or smashing the furniture. Nothing is perfect.
Perfection leads to no action at all.
And action is all that humans have been made of,
Ever since the incident of the Fall.

And it's alright,
If you don't believe in all of that.
Belief, too, is an action,
And imperfection wearing another hat.