Life is fascinating

Life is fascinating
Questions never ending
And non satisfying
Colours can string across the heavens
The stars can be shy
Peeking across the heavens
Like a troubled child
Mirrors in the wind
Rain comforting to touch
Leaving a resonating residue
Some say it makes you stronger
Some that it was meant to be
Other that luck is made
Is searching for perfection wasted?
Not if perfection is searching for you
Moral metaphor ambiguous