Short poems

Over complicate.

Overcomplicate.
8th August 2018

It’s amazing how we over complicate matters.
By we I mean me not I or us but a whole, a complete mess of riddles and atoms and cells that wiggle and jiggle whilst everything vibrates and moves as a conscious entity, a living breathing, pulsating society.
A multiverse, universe, planetary cycle.

A membrane with a brain we can’t recycle.
It’s amazing how we over complicate matters or matter.
How hopes and dreams shatter, collide and combust grow wings and earn trust.
It’s most overcomplicated for what amounts to “us”.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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