When life was more simple
And things weren’t hurled
And violence wasn’t written
All over our world
Then silence was golden
And beauty abounds
And I can sit in harmony
With thoughts that are sound
When life was more simple
And we had time to think
The world was much better
Poems were written with ink
If I had a choice
I think I would choose the now
I would try to make things better
Maybe follow the Tau
And silence, as my friend
Would allow me to grow
And all my bad habits
I would have to forgo