Never Quite DoneNothing you make...

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Nothing you make is ever done
This isn't wrong
It's simply a choice
How long you decide
To give it your time
To make it all shine
Or keep the rough
It's tough

Nothing you make is ever there
The perfection you share
In your thoughts
Should ought to reflect
On the medium, direct
Limits hold back
How far you can stack
The odds in your favor
Your labor

Nothing you make is ever complete
As you compete
With reality and your dreams
Where everything streams
Easily, without limit
When it moves from in, it
Has to be made
Created, a shade
Away from the design
A line

Nothing you make is ever done
This isn't wrong
As you choose how long
You want to give
The result to live
Breathing life
Through strife
And persistence
Through resistance
You create
No debate
As the world
Cannot see your dreams
Only what you made