Complicate life the mirror said.
The old man said the opposite.
He believed there was much virtue in simplicity
But unchecked the simplicty the youth adore
Makes a fickle poisonous soup
The chaos you squeeze from disquiet
From negligence or impulse
Is a thousand time more ruining
Than the chaos of my ambition
As it twists it's very own threads spun of destiny
The old man said Don't complicate life
The mirror image of him spoke back breaking the glass
And within the cracks of the glass were the words
Complicate life written in jagged edges
Zig zagging offensively across the glass.
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