absolute simplicity

what has time turned us into?
our goals, were we able to see it through?
ten years ago, would we have thought
that time can change us into beings of distraught

i still remember when i think of things
so simple, yet, joy is something that it brings
unlike today anything is wrought with confusion
even facts come in the form of allusion

the trickle of the rain, the breeze in my face
all these still make me slow my pace
those are the times when i feel free
from all of this madness around me

this lifetime will surely pass
and all memories around it will be like gas
while i am in this form of felicity
i shall enjoy all things of absolute simplicity

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