FIRE IN THE COLD

I don’t need any politics
Of kings or high class lunatics,
Misdirecting my mind.
Just need a little food
And warmth when I’m nude,
Kick back, and see it feels fine.

Don’t need any schools
With administered rules,
Teaching me why to bleed.
Just need a loved one,
To make love and have fun,
Each giving what we need.

Don’t need any industries,
Assembly lines or factories,
Burning up my wick of time.
Just need to grow,
And watch it burn slow,
Sipping some good grape wine.

Don’t need responsibilities
Of commitments for activities,
Scheduling my life away.
Just need a soft bed,
And rest for my head,
Wake up to start the next day.

Don’t need any inductions,
With ordered instructions
To be next in line for the mold.
Just need to be free,
To live and let be,
And find a hot fire in the cold.