If I was a simple man
Would we still walk hand in hand?
And if I suddenly went blind
Would you still look in my eyes?
What happens when I grow old?
And all my stories have been told?
Will your heart still race for me?
Or will it march to a new beat?
If I was a simple man
If I was a simple man
I own no home, I own no land
Would you still stand by my side?
And would our flame still burn so bright?
Oh, sometimes I wonder why
I’m so full of these endless rhymes
About the way I feel inside
I wish I could just get it right

Sometimes I wish I could just sleep, but the inspiration to write always comes at this time because I just spent 30 minutes listening to this song on my way home.

I always liked to think I was a simple man, occasionally I still like to, but I’m not. I think I wish I was because life just seems so much easier that way. But then again I feel like the way our generation refers to simple men is by saying they have golden retriever energy, and I don’t really like that vibe. I understand if that’s your cup of tea but like… Eh those people always seem like the lights are on and no one is home. They don’t have any substance to them.

On the other side of that you have assholes like me, who are not only rude assholes, but also overthink every little fucking thing. They nitpick, they notice all the little details. The ones that don’t matter. The ones that do matter. The ones that don’t matter but do matter to you. You get the idea. Sometimes it’s such an exhausting life. And I wasn’t always like this. I think fall turns me into a simple man. As it turns white women into basic bitches.

When this weather hits I want a good pair of jeans, a pair of redwings, and a button down shirt. That’s all I really want, that keeps me content. On the days it’s a little warm we go with a white t-shirt, otherwise, jeans, nice boots, button down. Then as it gets colder you pair it with a denim jacket or a chore coat. My fall style is very much grandpa chic. I like flannels, I like redwing boots, I like dark blue Levis.

I want to be as simple on the inside as I am on the outside during these times. I wonder if you can learn that? Can you learn to stop overthinking? can you learn to just go with the flow and be?

Today I did something bananas. Today, I went up to a woman in a cafe, told her she was beautiful and gave her my number. She has a boyfriend which is totally cool, I kinda figured, but as someone who’s had a cellphone since 7th grade, you don’t ask people out in person, so you don’t get rejected in person, and I think that’s an important life skill so I did it on purpose hoping to be rejected. Though she was stunning. That felt simple. I didn’t have my phone out, I wasn’t like trying to think of a witty dm I just went up to her and said hey I thought you should know you’re stunning and if you don’t have a boyfriend and ever wanted to hangout here’s my number and just walked away. I could have thrown up from anxiety but I have no regrets about it.

I’m so full of these endless rhymes
About the way I feel inside

I wish I were a simple man,
With steady heart and open hand,
No thoughts to twist, no fears to hide,
Just peaceful days and quiet pride.

No tangled webs inside my mind,
Where doubts and endless questions bind,
A breeze to feel, the sky to see,
Content to just exist and be.

To walk without a second guess,
No need to strive or to impress,
To take the world just as it stands,
And let the moment slip like sand.

I long for rest, a quiet place,
Where time moves slow, at gentle pace,
And all the weight that thinking brings,
Would drift away on simpler wings.

Sometimes I can write a poem.

I wish I could just get it right.

Where the skies are gold not gray,

J.