Realized no one's life is simple and cute.
But intwining with events, people and accomidies that just nearly fill in the blanks.
A notebook with no paper.
Left unfulfilled until someone glues the restless pages back in.
What kind of life to live when no one trully fits in?
Bumping into each others' messes like a Coney Island joy ride.
How distant a path we pave blinded by ignorance
The bittersweet consequences we all bring.
No one's life is simple and cute
I rebuttle
Because Life is nothing short of suttle
Not meant to cuddle
We can only fess up and confide
In our bear for the moment, the friend
who may be oh so kind
Making memories to last a lifetime
While cementing our attitudes toward life and beyond.
No one's life is simple and cute.
It surely is not a suit
Anyone could wear
Drifting to the side of our parallel life
Like old pajama wear
We lay our heads to dream these dreams
Complicated as they seem
Simply the truth seen and unseen.
Beyond the pages, glue and despair
We are all left to be complicated amongst each other
To win, to lose, someone must dare
