A simple life,
Is not the coveted prize
That most people desire.

We spend our lives
In the pursuit
Of fame, and grandeur;
Of opulence,
And an abundance
Of everything pleasant.

A taste of success,
Is often not enough,
To keep your heart full.

So you decide,
To spend the rest of your life,
In holding on,
To what you’ve attained.

And so, any hope,
Of a simple life,
Of watching the sun rise,
From your window,
Overlooking the meadow,
Beyond which the earth,
Stretches itself out –
Any hope of ever,
Being able to
Live a life as simple
As that,
You’ve tossed out,
From the window,
In your tiny flat
Perched so high above,
It is in the clouds almost;
In this throbbing city,
Where apparently,
People buy and sell
Myriad dreams,
None of which,
Accord simplicity.

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