Misjudgement is only normal thinking on a bad night.

Missing Observation, Misinterpretation.

While young and relatively beaming
With my words, crisp and second hand,
I sometimes find inspiration unobtainable
A figment running low, on high demand.

I’ve read in books, seen quoted far too often
How simplicity is the key to new idea,
But if my observations have taught me anything,
It’s that the simple things are often most unclear.

A single line is harder than a portrait
Because we never know if it is right,
That deep and hidden sense of reassurance
Translucent in the words we want to write.

Nevertheless, I task myself with a duty
Uncovering forgotten sights I’ve always seen,
I realise then these places are incredible
But never in the way I thought they’d mean.

So common are the stunning and the beautiful
But only when you know you need not look,
Hiding in plain sight is inspiration
But seen as oh so normal and mistook.

I get it now when they speak of that simplicity
Misleading as the message would appear,
Untrue it is that we must search for beauty
For now I know that beauty’s always here.