Searching For Perfection

In search of the perfect rhyming cypher,
Alluding to illusions of confusion,
For the readers to decipher.

Longing for that spark of a lyrical miracle,
Something deep and filled with reason,
That goes beyond the typical.

With nothing but a blank canvas at the start,
Building upon the blueprints in the mind,
To construct works of art from the heart.

And become a giver of quotation,
Travelling the planes of literature,
For the salvation of imagination.

But these are dreams of folly to cease,
Striving for a work of art to crown,
Will only riddle your peace.

Sit back, relax, don't wish for a plaque,
Write whatever springs to the forefront,
Not what's hidden in the back.

The masterpiece you seek will peak,
Brimming from the shadows of a mind,
Long thought lost of technique.

(comes off more like a rap than poem now that I read over it lol :D)