Simple Things

Simple Things 

The second I stop I ask myself why

How did I get here?

How did I get to all this complication?

Keep telling myself it can’t hurt to try

But I’m holding my breath

Until I exhale these expectations

Long days everyday

Maybe I’ll make it if I could unwind

And breathe easy for a little while

I know it’s not easy for me to surrender

But I want to relive

Those things that made me smile

Sundresses folded neatly below

Fireflies that have already flown

How quickly the paper dolls have grown

And brought me to this place I chose

But I’m still young enough to hope

For what I had so long ago

I’ve got to get back the simple things

Back to what is inside of me

The simple things; I’ve got to get back

Simple things

-Pamela