We are all so complicated
And it’s not black and white
And our wants are abbreviated.
I’ll pen you my grievances and solutions
And they won’t matter
They are but one crack
Of a fire.
Oh how I do wish love was this easy thing
Defined in words and actions
Oh how I wish life was this beautiful thing
Defined by our passions
We want this. We want that.
We want this all laid out.
We want children and happiness
And then we die and now
We know that’s not the case.
beautifully worded. all very true. does not sound like the "old" (ie., younger) Bob Dylan at all. "old king from some vanished country"--striking metaphor.