We make life so complicated
Tangle all the thread
Pick the thorns so carefully
To make our own bed
We think not only for ourself
But for the other too
We don’t quite get our actions
But plan what others should do
We try to say the right thing
And do what should be nice
When our heart is all caught up
Clamped in a death like vice
The mind says one thing
But the heart something else
The confusion drives us crazy
To whom do we confess
But if we sit still long enough
And let the waves settle down
There is clarity so perfect
Like the diamond in the crown
It really is a simple question
Beyond the how and why
Walking in these tangled webs
Who is in my I
Elusive Silence 