Simple

I so dearly crave to snatch a break from it all;
All the thought provoking platitudes and verses,
Mind wound up to spring to answer intellect's call;
Tired and tiresome it anticipates and rehearses
Questions and their responses, big or small.

I learnt however, that simple is often an illusion,
Despite the fact that it does and can very well exist.
Its undefined blurred edges always cause confusion
But intellect is tiring and I yearn, I yearn and I persist
To discover the joy of arriving at a simple conclusion.