We are simple creatures,
born into a world we’ll never understand.
curiosity is the ink,
that helps us write these questions
about living in a place we can't even begin to comprehend.
The small details that outline this paper of events to come
will only be but a burden in our desire to know the future.
Because what is happening now is already old news
and what’s happened in the past has been thrown to waste.
I am a complex monster,
stuck in the middle of my analysis of the world.
My fingers trace across this lifetime,
feeling for the ridges of the next sign,
hoping to find some sort of clue.
I am begging for the answer to life’s mathematical complexities,
so many variables come to play in this jungle gymnasium
and all I have in this equation is just me, no one else.
A single entity that will always figure things out on her own.
A simple mind in a complex world?
Or this simple earth with a complex girl?
That is the question....
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