The Complex of Simplicity

Be careful what you wish for.
Let not wild run your dreams.
To pine for life simplicity is an act of lunacy.
Through the years I'd often wonder, will better things life bring to me?
Always peering over shoulders, into windows, wishing more like them to be,
ever pining for a world comprised of only fantasy.
Time passes and the moments become minutes, turned to hours, fade to years.
With still not much accomplished but a growing list of fears.
A lone guide for my journey down a river filled by tears.
Bodied water swiftly flowing, once a mere trickle, rolls into stream,
grown now to churning river, as waters roar with such great power drowning out my cries and screams.
Youth burns away like embers, it leaves behind a ragged being
Soul battered, blistered and broken, clinging blindly to the promise of that simple life once dreamed.
Once upon a time I cursed this lifes complexities. Hoping, wishing, praying life would grant simplicity
to live a foolish, false life, perfect and carefree.
Now things in life are different as to what I want and need, so please stop trying to show me
how sweet and simple life could be.
I will stand my ground in chaos and frustration happily.
Because the simple life you wish to lead is simply killing me.