How can I cast off these ambitions?
The constant searching,
and half truths,
that push work when work should end.
I want to move towards the simplicity,
that has no currency,
in well dressed rooms.
Give me the old Gods and the old myths,
give me a yellow haired baby,
asking me for whatever she wants to eat.
Let me sleep.
Let me smile.
Let them all know,
just how much,
I love them.