Behind the Music

Caught between the treble and the bass of my favorite song.
I melt, into my misinterpretation of the light hearted lyrics.
Remembering a past love-
Remembering a simple time...boy, ignorance was the shit.
Dusting off, who I was or who my misguided mind forced myself me to be-
I recognize
I know longer maintain ugly regrets.
Regretting love: insignificant.
Regretting my simple mind and simple times: even more so.
I realize, all I really want is a simple kind of life.
A beautiful life - a beautiful song - my favorite song...I want this to be my favorite life.