Next time.
Next time …
I want to be famous…
smart…
talented, maybe,
or rich enough not to care!
Next time,
I want to be simple.
No complications -
no troubled dreams!
No wishes keeping me awake at night,
driving sleep away
with thoughts of wanting more!
I’d rather be a whore
than live with limitations -
desperation,
needing more!
I want to do it all again,
but different!
This time without stillness,
and the thought that goes with the silence of the night.
I want more things,
with less thought!
Easier dreams,
without the haunt!
Here’s to simple,
and it’s earthly rewards.
Here’s to thoughtlessness,
and the freedom it affords!