I just want a simple life,
filled with simple joys and pleasures
Where I'm satisfied to be content
with simple lasting treasures
Simple things like laughter
at something silly done or said,
Simple happiness that comes
from finally curling up in bed.
That simple smile from a stranger,
A simple conversation with a friend,
The quiet watching of the sunset
when the day is at its end.
A simple steaming cup of coffee,
Singing simple songs,
A carefree whistle in the morning,
Finding to which sock every other one belongs.
Bread and butter for a snack,
A simple stroll around the block.
A hand to simply hold in mine,
in silence, or as we softly talk.
A book to read to fill the time
A simple line to write
Counting all the shooting stars
Getting lost in fire light
In the face of all the complex things
this world is telling us to be,
When I wish for rest, or think of what is best,
(I know that) It's the simple life for me.
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