Perfect Days
Life is simple, why complicate?
Life is easy, why create such weight?
Life is beautiful, yet if you find no clue,
Then, it's yet to find you.
Life is beautiful, but you don't have a clue.
Happiness is simple,
Happiness is plain,
Crafting our own joy,
Not just seeking in vain.
Why live by others' choice?
Why dance to their voice?
Why follow standards set?
Life's simplicity we often forget.
We pave our own road,
We shape what we'll do,
Our path is our own,
To follow or eschew.
Life is easy, why make it tough?
For opinions and views, life's not enough,
Seeking only validation from the crowd,
Happiness remains a mystery, tightly wound.
What are perfect days to you?
What embodies the flawless hue?
For some, it's wealth and work's allure,
For others, victories or family tours.
But for many, as this film portrays,
Perfection lies in life's common ways.
Waking early, tending plants with care,
Morning coffee, work, and fresh air,
Soaking in the communal bath's calm grace,
Simple meals, books - moments to embrace.
No grandeur to illustrate perfection,
Simplicity birthed in life's direction.
Perfection resides where contentment resides,
In gratitude, in joy, in life's simple strides.
This, is the perfect day,
In its ordinary, simple display.