Simple Life

Maybe you just make pictures,
Or sing songs;

Maybe you’re just that guy
With a talent for poems.

But everyone wants to elevate that
Turn it into something else.

But I don’t want to be
That guy on TV—
I’d feel I was somebody else
When I’m nobody but myself;

But at least
I’m not searching
For my own voice...

I don’t mind being shut up
In my circle of flesh

Where nobody thinks
I’ve something to say

Because they all know me
And I’m not strange;

Just a neighbour
A familiar face,

Someone you wave at
When you pass his place.