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 hatred is what I found

Through my blind eye’s greedy glow

But simple love of people, I found

Was impossible to know.