Uncomplicated

Stiff grey cells, awkward glance
So aware, he fakes a trance
Well, nice to meet you
How are you and how is life?
Let me take your leave before
My silence causes strife

Wait let me guess
No you don’t need to press
I do know what’s in your mind
But if you tell me it would be so kind
I fail to second guess the theme
The complex wiping out the clarity
Which seemingly screams.

Uncomplicated, probably clear
Limpid laughter, blissfully unaware
One last favor.
How do we get there?