The Perfectionism Trap

by Walter   Aug 13, 2026


A stepping stone that's not made to tread on
It's just imaginary where it lies
But here in my mind is where I am drawn
Although it has taken so many tries

When people say take one step at a time
And you'll find a path that will lead you there
I'm seeing hills that are too high to climb
The stones are jagged and make me beware

Walking cautiously ends up in circles
Because I am still here where I began
My thoughts become exhausted by hurdles
Although around me is just barren land

Maybe the journey to you might seem clear
I just see detours and always end here...

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