There is complexity in the heart
Despite even the matters that soon depart
Where it is blind, there is lightened distress
Dear fallen dove, what hath you thought and digress
Hypocrisy to judge, for empty I am as well
Even with waters that shield have divided as well
Backs turned, thinking clearly you suppose your not well
Even to ears familiar you have fears; very well
Camaraderie binds the past but how much more shall it last
With hatchets above grounds of varying cast
There is nothing, silences perhaps
Sadly why I comprehend, sad why I cannot share your joy
Sad that you’re blinded merely by only mishaps
Of the anchors of distracted affections; humanities ploy