Kiteme

In the realm where dreams take flight,

There lived a man named Kiteme, bold and bright.

He chased perfection with unwavering might,

Yet found solace in a truth, pure and light.

Through winds of doubt and skies unclear,

Kiteme soared, overcoming every fear.

In the pursuit of flawlessness, he'd persevere,

Until a revelation whispered in his ear.

Perfection, he learned, is a fleeting guise,

A mirage that fades as reality defies.

In the heart of purpose, true beauty lies,

And in that realization, Kiteme's spirit flies.

For every endeavor, every imperfect try,

Is a step closer to the limitless sky.

In the dance with purpose, he found reply,

A symphony of flaws composing his high.

No longer bound by the chains of perfection,

Kiteme embraced life's imperfect reflection.

His kite of purpose soared in every direction,

A testament to the beauty of imperfection.