Complete

Windows without glass

Doors without hinges

Bulbs without lamps on a desk with no chair

A house I built myself but something seems wrong.

Nails without a hammer on a bench with no surface. 

I scrub a saw without teeth on wood with no idea

The work is hard, and there are many other things to do,

I move without delay, onto art with no brush

I stand back from my frame without canvas on a day with no sun

To me it seems good, but something is off

I sweat all day with little result, wash my face in a sink with no water.

Warm myself at night by a fire with no heat. 

I invite some photos in and we have dinner,

They seem pleasant enough, and we have a good time,

Later in the evening I tell them about this inkling I have

ask them if anything seems amiss

Friends without name on a face with no sorrow

they assure me with their frozen smiles that I’m imagining things.

If all you know is half,

If all you have is some,

If all you see is few,

If all you do is part,

Will you ever know incomplete?

I look at my work without ego, and fix it with no fuss

Try to focus without distraction, believe with no doubt

Maybe tomorrow without fear, I will go to a future with no limit.