Some of the pieces that held my deepest emotion
Were passed off as simple words

Some that didn't require days and nights of preparation
Were so simply adored

I don't know, maybe, it's just my generation
Where being true to self is a bore

Where superficial things deserve mention
And depth, is just simply ignored..

And I thought, perhaps simplicity is a virtue
Well, it's one I cannot afford

Maybe its enough for many people
--but something inside keeps hungering; MORE!

So much so I grip my pen like a soldier
Trained in the deadly arts of--WAR!

"Know thy self, Know thy enemy"
And you will have victory galore

Another thing I know, is words are empty
If there is no substance at the core

And the truth is life isn't only lived in the deep end
A fact... I couldn't really see before

So sometimes I try my best to keep it simple
Kinda like.. the calm before a storm

To master even the little things..
Is the bond with poetry; I have sworn

Pages in Sight; Swing my pen like a Knight
Destined to live by the sword!