I’m glad my life is incomplete.
I’m working on the notion
That as I draw my final breathe
I’ll have achieved some sense
But I doubt it will happen
For life is an incomplete process.
There will always be something to do
Someone to love
Some place to visit.
That idea makes it all so exciting
The prospect that no matter what
Or where I go there will be another place
Another person I’d like to know
And if I’m very lucky
Will want to know me.
So incomplete is how I like it
As I love the thought of a tomorrow.
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