Why must we speak in tangles Why do we think in such erratic ways Life is full of perplexing complex complexities Is it possible to master the art of simplicity What is its true definition How on earth could it be simple Simplicity is its own contradiction Deprivation can lead to demise Left untreated, they'll soon cast their eyes Away Do not deprive others or yourself Of goodness or enlightenment These are just words Pouring from my chest Spewing from my pen That mean something to me That should mean something Something to you My mind keeps on spilling these erratic thoughts But my hands can't keep up with the pace Too many words are being wasted Unwritten, then forgotten Vanishing into thin air Callous hands Every point peering at itself Every self inside the point The nature of disintegration Is inconsistent and stilted. Deprivation can lead to demise Left untreated, they'll soon cast their eyes Away Do not deprive others or self Of goodness or enlightenment These are just words Pouring from my chest Spewing from my pen That mean something to me That should mean something to you Callous hands Every point peering at itself Every self inside the point The nature of disintegration Is inconsistent and stilted.