Chasing Complexity by me

The normal me would just love to write without a passion
without a hope
without a dream
without a sense of inspiration
The normal me is comfortable in that simplistic state

Simplicity holds the dull fear of one-dimensional dreams,
failed thoughts of life that do not prevail
to curious minds with thirsty hearts that wish to be inspired
expecting to be changed in some way
not wanting to be abused by the
emptiness of overdone fantasies and un-original plots

I lash out against simplicity
its stiffening mist of gray has tried to reign over my very
heart, soul, my total being
pulling me,
but i fight to get to the place of high motivation where complexity reigns supreme

I desire that beautiful sight of complexity that seems so near
the passionate rays and wonderful shades
give hopeful color to my fears
that sky blue that holds inspiration of dreams unfulfilled for determined mines
that fiery red that breaks the barriers of love, hate, passion and fate
that sun-kissed yellow that brings wondrous adventures with each morning
All the different possibilities that thrive in one idea must be evolved into their own

I do not wish to be the normal me
So I strive to catch complexity