Complications Poem by Miracle Oluwasola

Sometimes,
Cussing friends and smiling foes
Could be the least of your woes
While,
You could search a lifetime for
What makes two and two a four.
Should they add up or multiply?
It all stays the same.

We could grin to the world till merry tear falls
While our hearts bleed behind closed doors.
Anyone ever saw fear throw jabs at them?
Never. It rubs their head till it knocks them out.

When our lots get awful complicated,
It requires a simple answer.
Remember how many times you talked
To yourself and failed to listen?
Sometimes, It requires you to be cocksure
To make a choice:
Other times, it demands you stay in the dark
And take a shot.

Mistakes are worth making
But, that you are still living
Is never one.