Simplicity
People talked about a simple life
Where the petal of a rose was enough
Or a bright Sunday morning of frost
All quiet, all watching and waiting
The simple life left people with only themselves
It revealed the love, it grew from the peace
But I, quite simply, had the world
Loved to be worshiped and count jewels of success
So simple desire is what I found
Through my blind eye’s greedy glow
But simple love of people, I found
Was impossible to know.