Why perfect?

Satisfaction is a myth And winning is a lie, Perfection is to be achieved. But I never asked WHY? For all those years of trying With no aim of what to be Or WHO I want to be. WHAT if I were not perfect If I never tried my best Would they be here at my worst? My questions flood my mind With untold answers Of WHEN I'd be pleased. WHERE are the answers So I look for them endlessly To know, why, why try to be?