I want it all to be so simple
but I can't stop my endless complication.
whatever was new and necessary yesterday
is not quite right this morning, gone this afternoon,
regretted over dinner, mourned by bedtime;
I'm struggling both to revive it,
and hang on to its replacement over breakfast.
hard enough with things or venal fancies,
much worse when it plays out
trampling the lives of those I "love"