A Simple Life

If only life were as simple as the rising sun and the setting moon The cold of winter and the early spring bloom If life were so simple, the growing of grass would be an event; The rain from the sky, heaven sent Imagine a life where we’re born to live Where we live to love And learn to accept the inevitability of death The unavoidability of drawing that last breath A simple life where fate and fantasy work hand and hand No 9-5; No Rush; No demands But life isn’t simple like the late night calling of a bird Or writing letters to form a word It’s a complex enigma of contradictions, fallacies, and convictions A mixture of death by design and death for no reason It’s a combination of cheating, stealing, dealing, lying, crying, dying Trying anything to get by; anything to survive Mind and body trapped in the mindset of our surroundings Trapped in the fabricated lies and stereotypes of those who tell us who to be How to act? How to live? What’s wrong? Who’s right? There are endless philosophers, professors, and professionals who try to offer insight But who tells them if their right? Centuries show that no one really knows the secret truths about life Not the pains and pressures Not the garbage or treasures But the simple complexities of our euphoric pleasures The simple joy that only comes in small doses and measures If only life were as simple as the cool autumn breeze The delicate blossoms on the trees If life were so simple would there be joy in nothing? Or does the pain before the pleasure make complex simplicity everything? If only life were simple