The complexity of time,
a time of complexity,
a complexity of the mind but how much time,
how much time did it take,
how much time to create what is before our eyes,
now, I really do not know,
and yes, it blows my mind,
but, the complexity of time,
oh, what a complex thing it is,
but I have no wish to know every single thing,
and I have no wish to know the full complexity of it,
and the universe and everything,
no, none at all,
because to know everything would be so boring,
and if everyone did,
everyone would be yawning,
and there would be no excitement,
and where is the fun in that,
because instead,
I would rather just exist,
and be grateful and not understand,
the complexities of everything,
for what is life without mystery,
yes, there is no mystery at all,
but there is mystery in complexity,
and I,
I am happy with it all.