Its Complicated

My muse i use to amuse clearly you gaze at the grace i use to amaze and there you stare at the blaze of my flare see then now... I got your full attention Allow me then to mention My word play you call poetry is just an extension Of who i am and in my mind in constant detention The need to please is then my prison before you claim to know me ask the Greek about Pison As complicated as the mythology of my escape In the cascading life all around me as i stand tall in this escapade I walk alone in the flow charming every door to open at my glow See I know something you don't know Life is not a "come in pair Ask again, why I cut my hair If you dare.