The Simple Life

There was a man

who drew a straw

to win a life of flaws.

He had a plan he went by

the rest could just be damned

to make his life worth living

and to finally take command.

But he forgot that life was simple

while he worked so hard at living

he missed all the important signs

that could make a life worth giving.

Then it began 

he worked so hard

his life went on too long

he kept on trying for the prize

his tears became his song.

If he would see without the haze

understanding was the prize

with the simple life in tow

there were no more lies.

No need to hope

no need to pray

no need to clear the smoke  

the simple life would calm us all 

then take away our hope.

The trail would then lead to a life

where thought was understanding

then even blindness we could see

would offer a crash landing.

But being simple can turn on you

will show you the wrong way

then it will stop you moving on

and never let you play.

So when your life is easy

remember what is true

the real secret is that there are lies

in what is taught to you.

Being simple bears no fruit

and if you take the time

real life will keep on walking by

and leave you far behind.

Life is hard, it's tragic

sometimes it plods along

and if you find that simply being

is the melody of your song

then you've found a clue, you have

to make your life feel strong.

So this man who had a plan

played hard his whole life through

and when he drew the shortest straw

his prize was good for few.

Now few was fine, among divine

the man felt honored then

but when he turned the page to write

he found he'd never been.