Ambiguity in every step,
I walk along with my confused pet.
Truth is simple perfection,
Then why the frustrating complication?
Every tree of thought grew,
Rooted; but roots are branched too!
Sitting on one branch,
I wonder about the other ranch.
Eye to the world seeks colors in a ton,
Vision of the inside, seeks just one.
My perceived shades, what color really are you?
Will my outer eye ever unite with the inner truth?