Simplicity
And the joke
Really
Is on us
With our tin hats
Leaking
In the rain
We all like
The poison
Too much
You see
We all like
The damage
And it fascinates us
An impossible knot
Tangled
And the more
We pull at it
The tighter
It gets
Yet what we don't see
Is that we strangle
Ourselves
Admiring the tiger
Fearing the stripes
And the unknown
Strikes
Running
Before we think
I think sometimes
I see it
As drying paint
And I think
Sometimes
I see it wrong
Obsessed
By the clothes
Dropped on the floor
The curios
And knick-knacks
Of times
Gone by
And what I forget
Is the snow globe
That traps us all
And yet
For the most
Remains invisible
Not because
We can't see it
But because
To accept that it's there
Shatters everything
And where do we stand
When
Our fragments of
Reality
Lie splintered
All over the floor
All we have
To do
Is pick them
Up
Cradle them
In our arms
Why is it
That the simplest of
Things
Are the hardest
To do
Anthony Emmerson
Tue 7th Oct 2014 13:10
Hi T.W.
Enjoyed this complex take on simplicity - a big subject in small words.
Regards,
A.E.