Simple creatures
Simple as the water, the grass, the sun that bathes the town
Filled with the greatest chaos inside
The one we can’t explain verbally
So we ask Poetry
Art
Music to do it
The universe of things opposed to simplicity
Which can complete those incomplete sentences
Maybe I was just as guilty as the other humans on earth
Dishonest with my feelings
Wearing these iron masks
So chained to understand what is right and what is wrong
That I forgot to experience the Earth as it is
Simple
“Embrace the mess” they said
“That’s where the good stuff lives”