Life is Simple..

by *Wombat-Pentagram

Life is simple when the world looks down at you,
when your home consists of a street corner,
when your bedroom light is a street lamp,
when you don't need to get out of bed to be at work.

Life is simple when you have no new clothes to choose,
No new shoes to stack, or jewellery to wear.
Life is even more simple when the breakfast, lunch and dinner you eat,
is the leftovers from someone's meal they left behind while rushing away.

Life is simple when you can't think outside your situation,
and you lost hope so long ago, you don't even have the taste of ash any more.
Life can be simple indeed, when you own nothing, do nothing, are nothing,
Never have anyone to call on you, or to call on.

It is such a simple thing this life, so cold and hard, like the ground you lie on,
So frosty when the winter comes, and wet with the rain.
Life is so simple, but never lonely enough for you, not when you're haunted
on this street, in this bustling world by a life you used to dream in.

Life is simple indeed when you have no choices.
Life is simple without any dreams.