Vagabond travels throughout the world
It allows for so many opportunities to touch lives
Simple sharing of a meal to participate in rambunctious parties
Invigorating dynamic exchanges of ideas and comradery
Then the postcards are the physical reminders of the adventures
Reaching for the fork, she gently fluffed the grains
It helped release some of the steam trapped within, perfuming her face
Cooking might not be her jam, but this simple act made her so happy
Even if the rest of the meal was now charcoal
Cold, cold logic sets fire to my imagination
Oblivious to the pain, I draw out tears of joy
Nothing can stop me but myself
That’s what makes creating so hard. It’s destroying simple things
Reaching the basic elements and then building complex structures on them
Always digging deeper and climbing higher
Searching for the thing that is always with you
That is the war of the abstract and realism that defines me
Only the Allfather could see all with one eye
Donning his broad hat instead of a crown
It might have made him look simple
Nothing could be further from the truth
What would I do if I found a genie in a bottle?
I would ask for three simple things.
Something that would make you smile, something to make you think, and something to give you peace.
Hope by you reading this some of it came true.
Punish the oppressed
Obliterate all knowledge of their humanity
We can blame them for the problems they have
Even if we were the ones who perpetuated them
Really it as simple of an abuse as that
Being poor made things easy for Chris
Really there were no money decisions
Of course, it also meant at times he had to go hungry
Keeping him always a bit on edge
Even then, it made life simpler, and poor Chris was a simple man.
The breadth of her knowledge was tremendous, but
How could she not know something as simple and basic as this?
I approached her, my evidence in hand
Capturing her attention, I began to lay out my arguments
Kept at it even when I realized maybe I had done something stupid
It seemed so simple in the beginning
Developing something that would be better
Even though no one else seemed to be doing it
And that’s when reality decided to rear its ugly head
Creating something out of nothing is hard
Ordinary things take extraordinary amounts of energy
Simple things are anything but simple
That’s why ideas are cheap. It’s the work that gives value