Complicated Truths

there's a silly cabaret song
that plays itself
again
and
again
in my head but i don't really mind.

'oh,' it pleads
'tell me the truth about love,'
and i must admit that
i, too
am awfully curious.

is it round?
is it tall?
does it sing or not at all?
is it quiet?
is it loud?
or does it simply not make a sound?

does it fill you or leave you empty?
can it change your mind or make you stand resolute?
does it set you free or bind you down?
can you ever learn to let it be?
does it consume you from the inside out
or just leave you incomplete?

in truth,
i don't know much
about this silly thing called love
but
i do think
that it is much more complicated
than people make it out to be.