Simple Things

I work hard to drain the pain of the everyday simple things wiping away my tears with the next stain of empathy. thinking I’ve grasped the next day ahead of me only to have my memories take a hold of me. Guess what: “Happiness is just a rain check without an umbrella” I buy it, you cut it, I give it, you sell it. It’s a stamp on a post card you got to deliver, no address, no name & no return to sender. No Uber or lyft; you’re the pride of the fleet of all the sheep that keep on working “tirelessly” to feed the promise you keep that the belief in the simplest thing keep you afloat without a boat, “Hope you brought a life jacket; I’m going to chock.” You can’t have everything so why does it matter? It’s the simple things that make you a winner, the prime roast, on the edge of your seat, fine wines & white sheets don’t blink & don’t take it for granted You’ll find asphalt long before you panic. It’s a dredge to see someone suffer, but what expense are you willing to cover, if your face is already dirty from plunder. Your pain is hard enough as it is, if only the truth was enough to show how others will judge you because of your goals. The fall might hurt but you haven’t hit the bottom, all these simple things are keeping you from sunder. What’s worse is You can’t take it home, it’s on leases to a city and another unknown. Your happiness is tied to ball & chain; following behind someone who only knows pain. your freedom is out there, but you can only go so far, are you willing to sacrifice the simple things who made you who you are?