Thoughts and ideas, feelings and senses

Without being simple it could get really complicated.
Ordinary life can be humiliating sometimes.
To wake up and feel degraded by the smallest thing.
Some like to call it "to be complexed". Others just say "to be or not to be".
We like to imitate life not knowing we are actually imitating someone else's.
To copy those who we admire isn't the issue. In the end it's all about nothing.

We learn to give and let go, take without asking, live without enjoying.
It's all matter of perfection, looking for answers, tasting the unreachable.
I could've danced all night or go right into "sleep mode".
She could've been here and made it better. Make it better all the time.

We could sense ourselves writing blog messages, trying to feel one another.
Our fingertips plunge into a virtual abyss of loneliness, searching for comfort through a keyboard.

Without being simple it could get really complicated.
To those who understand the situation goes my plee.
Either black and white or colors in dismay.
Don't surrender to despair. Time flies away.