She told me that she thinks life should be easier,
if we didn’t have to go to class.
“Well, yeah,” I thought, “But why are you at university then?
Life would be easier if we didn’t have to eat every few hours, too.
Life would be easier if we didn’t have to leave our houses.
Life would be easier if we only had to worry about ourselves.
Life would be easier if you didn’t have to work for what you have.
Life would be easier if everyone thought the same way.
Life would be easier if we were gold fish in a bowl, sucking up flakes from unknown hands from above, only remembering for three seconds what our objectives were.”
The flood of infinite, alternate possibilities surged through my head,
But she had gotten out.
I hadn’t said anything to her aloud.
I wonder if my stare said anything like,
“Why on earth would you want life to be easy?”