Simple

There is something simpler in life Always there is… only to be As often as we intend to strive As often we forget what there is to see Simple is nerving and uncertain Isn’t complication uncertain as before? Life’s a full circle yet we do not return And with so much… have we learn to restore? And earnestly I wanted to reset myself Only to discover I haven’t a default Having learnt to override that withheld Did simplicity just become complicated for result? How did I forget something so simple? And why the need to remember an ever were? When its choices thinkable to dribble Did I only see what promises to be unsure? There is something complex in life Always there is … I shall see As often as I live to strive As often we forget simplicity to be