I want to simplify
my life, like
Henry David Thoreau.
Sometimes I feel like
all these things,
all this stuff
is getting in my way.
Life was meant to be
lived,
to be
appreciated,
but it's so hard to be
satisfied
when someone is constantly
in my face
trying to sell me something
that I may or may not
want to buy.
I want to go to the woods
to live deliberately.
I want to write poetry at
sunset, and sing to myself
all day.
I want to feel the earth loving me,
lay with it for hours in the sun,
grow red from its touch, and
cool myself in the water.
That's the problem with concrete -
it doesn't love you.
