The Utmost Drug of Life

You want me to think simple, In a simple and fun-loving way Often I heard your voice in the other room The laughter of kids, giggling along Often I force myself To try to think in a fun-loving way I could not. Growing up gets in and lets in In a somewhat tragic way. I see laughter, beauty, and simplicity of little ones And I see you, laughing and growing old day by day. I bid my simplicity farewell, there. And simplicity is sometimes a dormant form Of the absence of thinking or bypassing too much. We approached the bridge, and the rest is the call of time. The utmost drug of life is appreciation , after all.