i followed tracks, traces, and visions, down the path i was told without revisions, but when i finally found the end, it didn’t complete me, it only deceived me

i thought that i’d just live a normal life and settle down with a house or a wife, so they say, so it goes, but it didn’t complete me, it only deceived me

i thought the only point was to make points, settle them out and remove all doubt, but when it comes to the point, they didn’t complete me, they only deceived me

if you think you’ll find some puzzle pieces, you’re selling yourself short, because you’ve got all the pieces, because you’ll never be 'complete,' but you don’t have to be deceived

a spur, a trace a mark, an outline in the sand, a rhyme is arbitrary words, and form is emptiness

form is emptiness and emptiness is form

so they say, so it goes, they didn’t complete me, they only deceived me, i still can’t find my better half

my own better half is not a separate thing, it’s an unfulfillable desire. i’ll never be 'complete.'