Simplicity Is a Martyr | A Poem by Ricky Simmers

I remember a time where everything was serene and simple... when I could go outside, breathe the fresh air, and gaze upon the cloudless sky

Ah, childhood memories where everything was innocent, and things made sense - even if I didn't fully understand them

The cruel path of time has allowed complexity to step in and erode all that was pure

What was once pleasant is now an endurance :

what was once innocent has become corrupted

Complexity has turned my life into a chore �

a balancing act, if you will, and now I understand all too well

I often long for the days I vaguely remember,

a place where freedom wasn't a concept in my mind

Complexity is a prison we all grow into, while simplicity is executed at the gallows

I pray to be with my sweet simplicity again in the next life