a little less than enough* is what I've been for almost all the years in my life

so I climbed up the high Alps
then I swallowed the hazel-like Ganges
and I danced around the poles of the Earth trying to find
the magic ingredient that can complete me

so I kissed the magnificent Sun
then I rubbed the genie's lamp
and I buried myself in poppy flowers to look for
the suppose-to-be beautiful part of incomplete me