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