My feet never touched wooden ships
Yet, I flew high into the skies
Sitting parallel to the stress below
Was the illusion of balance gone?
The boy that once tasted red sand
The force destroyed created the feel of anger
I, now a man, seeking wealth found hate
Coated with faded reality
Dreaming of better days
When the rain still mattered
The bite of soldier ants
Scratching till the blisters redden
Times when the simple was never trouble
Days when shirts were stained with dirt
Moments when the catch of insects was fun
Now on this pavement, smiles sickened world
I search, hoping to remember
That success is less if found through gold
For I know, if I find joy in tender papers
Without purpose, or surplus in mind
I will rather, let the me die in this state
Laying in a grave
Bones gleaming white
Engraved with my once happiness
SIMPLE WORLD 