There Is Nothing Missing

Every time I seek
I confirm the belief that there is something I lack
I assert the belief that it is possible to be incomplete

And since that is not possible in reality
I will have enter the world of dreams
The world of infinite imaginings

Where I would imagine incompleteness and then endeavor to progress to completeness
And I would get so lost in my imaginings

That they would begin to seem real
The only way out would be to finally imagine
That perhaps there is nothing that is missing