I am self actualizing, each of my steps are exacting, mine is a limited pace, in which I know my place. I am calculating, each of the problems I'm facing, straight lines from here to there, somehow I ended up where- I began. A flaw with this twisting, world ever changing, or is it with me, deep in my circuitry. I was walking, but I see I am dancing, to a cosmic beat, underneath my feet. I am dancing, to a cosmic pulsating, straight lines, I missed a link, I am incomplete. To end so close to understanding, troubling, frustrating, I have missed a vital link, I find myself incomplete. Incomplete, Incomplete, Incomplete, Obsolete.