wear simple clothes think simple thoughts
but this is not a simple world
it does not appeal to simple men
an incomplete soul is not a simple one
to be simple i must escape
these thoughts they plague my mind
i try to keep them short and crisp
use simple words write simple lines
but they run through my mind
complicated, convoluted
i put them down to paper
i switch the words around to make more sense
they are murky, unclear, ambiguous
language is in a constant state of mistranslation
nobody understand what anyone else really tries to say
whether they speak the same language or not
is insignificant because
everyone's soul speaks in its own tongue
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