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
Copyright © Krista Richardson | Year Posted 2006
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