It’s complicated, what does that mean?
I cannot see what cannot be seen
How can my heart understand you
If left to die without a clue
Yet it dreams of what might have been.
Like bad movies on silver screen
I am left tainted and unclean
The answers hidden in what’s true
Thinking over a mug of caffeine
Vivaldi brings a sense, serene,
My eyes look out upon the view
Now I must do what I can do
And find myself while in-between
©JG Farmer 2013