Simple Truths Sonnet


Simple Truths
The simplest truths obscure the best lies/
If you think the meaning is obvious/
Look up at the happy blue summer skies/
& know how it covers the blackness of space/

In life what is apparent is rarely/
Even vaguely materially real/
With work and introspection we barely/
Understand the selves we love with such zeal/

Simplicity is the strange, cruelest trap/
That, mesmerized, we willingly fall in/
Like glistening amber, when it’s still sap/
Easy answers delude the strengths within/

So when “simple” is the “best” solution/
Excavate beneath ease’s pollution/


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