The dynamics of living seem simple
and yet life remains so complicated.
In an effort to have it all
we break things into little pieces.
We do not stop searching for completeness
Something to fill the holes within us
And when we finally begin to heal a little,
we scratch the wounds all over again.
We spit fire when we are supposed to give kisses
We let go, when we are supposed to hold on
We refuse to accept that we love
Focusing on whatever little is wrong.
And at the end of the day, though we say
That we are just going to be okay
Deep within we know this voice
that’s going to demand more out of life.