Nirvana

Its all about the simple things

That make you believe you have wings

Wings to soar past all things

Gory and pretentious

And transport you to a new age

A new page

Of poetry transformed into a reality

Of less tears

Less fears

More belief and satisfaction

To the birth of a new nation

Of hope

Ambition

Little destruction…

A time of love and devotion

Unborn civil movements

Proposing all of society’s improvements

Compassionate governments

Not obsessed with undersea cables

Selfless leaders

Defined not by sycophancy

Unperverted men of god

Who see boys as protectors

And not commodities

For short term pleasures

A simpler time when we all looked within

And not over the burden on our shoulders

Towards a haunting past

Playing tag with our futures

Ignoring the urgency of our present

And erasing all effort

Towards our individual nirvana.

The simple things

That broke open our faces with smiles

Filled our souls with little joys

Teared our eyes with laughter

Simple.

Things.

Simpler.

Times