Pretty Simple

May 15, 2014

I'm pretty simple

No flare here

Im not politically correct or incorrect

I don't go places that stiffen my chin

I have trouble understanding why things are such

I listen to music that caresses my soul

I grasp a cool breeze when the wind wants to share

I walk forward with my eyes wide open

And sleep fast on the those things that have past

I am pretty simple

No pizzaz here

I just continue to move through the prickly vine seeking more simplicity

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