Simple Things

Is it a curse to be so blessed,

            Or is it a blessing to be so vexed?

I have the whole world around me, how could life ever be a bore,

            Yet I always feel overwhelmed here, always like I have to do more.

 You know they always say they hope,

            Somewhere another door opens.

Well I’ve been trying to hang one more picture,

            But all the wall space’s been taken.

Because God’s given me all I ever asked for,

            And so much more beside,

It’s an army, truly, of open waiting doors,

            And I can’t find a place to hide.

All I want are the simple things in life,

            A job and a house, a few kids and a wife.

I never thought your blessings could be a burden

            Now they could be, but that ain’t right.

Something’s got to give, but I don’t know where,

            Do I give up and give in or just sleep through the night?

I have the whole world around me, how could life ever be a bore,

            Yet I always feel overwhelmed here, always like I have to do more.

Is it a curse to be so blessed,

            Or is it a blessing to be so vexed?