The faint lines on the paper
Make an erratic form
Pale figures are formed
And they tell me of
Their own complexity,
Their own vagueness,
Their own exoticity..
You know what I think?
The same faint lines-
The very same paper-
Just have to be adjusted
In a better manner..
And in that instant,
The complexity turned simple.
The vagueness turns clears.
The exoticity turns mundane.
The so-called artistic strokes
Of the so-called talented artist
Now become comprehensible
To the simple and the common.
Same it is in life.
Greater a person, less simple a life
And the greatness of the great
Is incomprehensible for the common.
Complexity brings greatness,
And greatness needs a way to come,
That of complexity..
Make an erratic form
Pale figures are formed
And they tell me of
Their own complexity,
Their own vagueness,
Their own exoticity..
You know what I think?
The same faint lines-
The very same paper-
Just have to be adjusted
In a better manner..
And in that instant,
The complexity turned simple.
The vagueness turns clears.
The exoticity turns mundane.
The so-called artistic strokes
Of the so-called talented artist
Now become comprehensible
To the simple and the common.
Same it is in life.
Greater a person, less simple a life
And the greatness of the great
Is incomprehensible for the common.
Complexity brings greatness,
And greatness needs a way to come,
That of complexity..
