Of The Simple Things

I sit here at my writing desk,

A cigar burning in the ashtray,

Whiskey half full in my glass,

And I cant help but stare at the mess I've made.

There's so much more to life,

Than hard work and civil strife,

Its the simple things we face each day,

The thought that's on my mind.

I stare at all the papers,

Some crumpled and torn,

All of the ideas thought but never born,

And I slowly understand the universe,

Like I never have before.

Its the simple things in life,

We all take them for granted,

Lovely little pleasures,

Brilliant ideas planted.

I sip from my too-warm whiskey,

A drag from my cigar,

I crumple up another half thought idea,

Another paper torn,

And remind myself life is just a simple idea,

Waiting to be born.