An object that initially seems,
Simplistic in design,
Yet it is complex underneath.
We see nothing,
Beyond the surface,
And so dismiss what we see,
As being all there is to see.
A diluted version,
Of the original idea.
Simplicity becomes us,
Though we are,
Complex underneath.
We follow the cycle,
Established for simplicity,
And soon betray,
Our true natures,
To be individuals,
Complex and complete.
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