Simplicity,
A myth in this fast paced world.
A flower among a field of many;
A tree within a grey-scaled city.
I see it in you.
I see it in the reflection of myself in your eyes,
Or in the moments we have of lost in time.
Find simplicity in life and rest with it.
Comfort this woman that will not stick around long;
Not too complicated but strong,
Not too far out from where it belongs
Behind my bone cage.
The birthplace of my love,
Overran by the rage of lacking simplicity
Within the personality lacking rationality.
Lacking a spectacle of hope left behind in this rat race.
Well I don't like life as a rat race, but at a tortoise's pace.
Simplicity has learned to bow its head to the King of this new world,
Which encourages me to raise its chin
And show it superiority is just a fear from within.
But my word cannot win against the swiftness of a million
Different speeds with zero compliance with a simple ride.
Simplicity has become a race against time,
But it doesn't compete but watches it go by.
Simplicity doesn't see why there is a race against time,
When time is a complicated invention used to bind
People to patterns and split moments of life into countable accounts,
Accounted for its beauty by how long it lasts
Not the purity of the moment.
Find simplicity in polysyllable words,
In a painting of never ending walkways and portals.
In the art of being complex beings,
Find simplicity.
