Believing was easy
When nothing else mattered
When nothing happened
Call me gullible
Call me naive
I suppose

You might call
me easy
I was...
If anything
I was easygoing

Hey
Call me whatever you want

All I know
Is myself
sunk so low
spilling life
As if
I lived a hundred years
all in one day

My puzzle no longer fits
abstract now
Though far from artistic
I hardly know
What to call it

There's only one thing
I understand
Life after death
Is anything but easy