A
life so simple
Peace
is calling me, again.
It
has my name,
Written
all over it.
Move
on, go ahead,
Don't
look back, be more !
Comforts
are a trap,
Be
aware how you idle,
For
a little luxury and a home.
These
things you know well,
Can
be a delight, that's right.
But
also they can be a curse,
A
folly and a tiresome weight,
About
your neck and heart.
The
simple life, a dream,
Never
seen but oh so clean.
So
light thy load, bestowed,
Where
you're of 'no fixed abode.'
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