The complexity of simplicity

Love dripping away to form the statue "perfect"
but going back,with care,still to correct it
I love to hate the fact that she's all that he has left
living the life of always being a little less best

inane my life,being still calm through complexity
is my new frame ,burned permanent,with them close to me
to hold me up always there whenever I'm not strong
pushing hard,hugging the fact that i still belong

but the desire of never knowing what comes next
is beautiful,the smartest feeling,is never knowing best
i know that i know nothing,but kiss simplicity
and welcome never knowing what comes next for me