My needs are simple, my wants are not
What I know, is what I have been taught
I question if, it’s a dash or a dot
Such answers are what, I’ve always sought
Yeses and no’s are such simple things
Not complicated like butterfly wings
Falsehood and truth both have sincere rings
We give them each short spurious flings
That “It’s complicated” seems to me
The most useless answer in your plea
Like hearing the thud of a falling tree
Or counting waves in a violent sea
I like my world to be black or white
Shades of grey never seem quite right
Life and death are sometimes a blight
Like remembrance enjoyed once out of sight
So what am I really trying to say?
Is this all or is there a better way?
If I have what I want every day,
What’s left for me to seek when I pray?
My needs are simple my wants are not
I wish I’d focus on simple a lot
If my needs are met and that’s all I’ve got
I’m richer than most without all that rot