William H. Drummond writes

Complicated

Complicated

That is what we are

Complicated

Like a pick up at the bar

While she is quite amusing

She’s also quite confusing

Intrigued, you want to get to know her more

Her eyes are shining brightly

Yet you see, if only slightly

A sadness and a wisdom you adore

Complicated

Things aren’t always black and white

Complicated

Am I wrong or am I right?

The wonder of the world is this:

There is no happiness nor bliss

Without a healthy dose of loss and pain

We can’t appreciate our joy

Or love the ones that we annoy

Unless we learn we’re singing in the rain

Complicated

Things aren’t always as they seem

Complicated

Like an ever-changing stream

Sometimes it’s smooth, sometimes it’s rough

But we can never get enough

The complications give to life its zest

So, revel in the changing hues

Play your part and pay your dues

Remember we are all doing our best

Sun Discovering that the World of Colours Already Exists, Complicated Composition -- Paul Klee