finally new

I do believe that I confuse myself more than anyone else. But when it comes down to it, its always the same-It was never enough.
And thats the simplicity of it all.
The irony is now I refuse it to be as simple as I pretend, as simple as I try to make it, as simple as I claim it is. So now its all a jumble, and I can't fix it.
Perhaps its silly of us.
Do you think?


--in a little while, we'll only have to wave