Why do I always feel like I'll never be complete
I change and shift, can't shake this perspective
I'm still the same person underneath
I wanna take a more whimsical approach
But there's far too much I know and even more that I don't
I'm done imploding with disdain
I'm getting sick of hearing myself constantly complain
I'm still the same underneath
Cultivate the soil you'll still find a stunted seed
There's no missteps, just regress
I found comfort, not sanity