Finding Simple

Why is finding simple
often quite quite hard?
Seems it would be easy —
complex? Just discard.

But reaching toward the simple
feels more like clearing vines.
Each tendril is connected,
dug in and must be mined.

Pull on one small thread
find a monster at its end.
Have to just keep pulling,
the time you have to spend.

Maybe when you finish
you find a clearing, clean and bare.
A simple life for living —
but I can’t tell you, I’m not there.