Wishing life is simple as it were before
Free from clutter, free from unfinished duties
Nothing to think of but my life alone
Wishing now that i am small, dreaming.
But life itself is complicated
Simple cannot define life, never
Living came before me, before us
And it will continue and won't turn back.
Cleaning up a mess can be done
But what if they are too many and too messy
I bet you won't know what to do or where to start
It'll leave you comatose.
Missing my old young me, prude and self righteous
I'm too multi-faceted now
I don't even recognize my other selves
I'm confused, surrounded but alone.
I usually sleep awake, constructing
Planning in my inner peace, a slice in my pre-slumber
And when i dream i grab the achievement
But life's not a dream, reality lives.
