Why is it so hard to be simple?
Something so small so little
Seems so hard and so far
Farther than the farthest star

Something that should be straight forward
Something that should be high now lowered
We struggle so hard to make things fit
Pulling the strings so it’s nicely knit

But there must be some secret code
Some secret channel or mode
Telling us where to go and what to do
Willing us to accomplish and move

But sadly there is no quick way
No short cut no secret say
Simple things come about simply
Hard things come about nimbly

What we see isn’t always what is real
On the dish of life we know not what goes into the meal.