Let our worries wash away
the nuances of complexity
Like stars fallen from heaven’s seam,
swept into the darkness of a sorcerer’s dream
Look past the blurry film placed in front of our eyes
Before we are strangled by webs of complexity,
drowned by waves of doubt, questioning, and futile dreams
Trapped within this dizzying infinity
Instead—there is the stark allure of simplicity,
containing a beauty far greater than any prose
Peel off the layers of convoluted words and monotonous conversations
To reveal the rich marrow of poetry
Halt time, and notice the magic in simple things:
the soft blur of street lights, swaying of trees, and buzz of fireflies
Wallow in past memories, sink in present beauty
With simplicity—comes tranquility, clarity, brevity
Seek not the false grandiose of complexity, because simplicity
is already a masterpiece