Interesting

Complexity matters in the long term

The trick is in the story told

Instalments full of sections

Where the what is said is partial

To keep a sense of new directions

Telling all denies inventiveness

It may leave the time served stale

Where in the end is nothing new

We need a semblance of a veil

Who we  were or who we are

Maybe the tale that we can’t tell

Where mysteries lie deep within

At the bottom of our well

When eventually the day arrives

Where all is said and done

The weight of tiredness descends

Obscures what's left of all that fun