It is simple

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

Published by ElusiveSilence

Always wondering....

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