mR. sIMPLeTON GoES NUtS

Fears, weaknesses & challenges of Mr. Simpleton.


You can go to hell, or heaven,
Or, you can roam,
You can do anything you want,
For I am going home.
Walk my dog, drink my tea,
To regain lost simplicity.
Put my head on a pillow, read a book
Watch TV,
Thinking not, of what happened
To “you and me”.
I’ll talk stiff to my neighbors, call up friends
Have a glass of wine,
Do whatever I please to,
Readjust, realign.
Make all dreams to come vivid, make them close,
Make them true.
Don’t pick-up phone ringing,
For it’s possibly you.
Lost in city of Ego, steering mad
In the oceans of Free
Grow produce forbidden
With Shakespearian dignity.
Full indeed, of one ruthless question, all of one
Still the same, centuries old.
What’s the reason for the pre-Gate congestion?
Want to hear the answer, yet, not to be told.

… You can go to hell, or heaven,
Or, you can roam…

…what’s that nock on the door? Is it you?
Kisses. Glad you are home.