As simple as that

Ain't got nothing to hide,
neither feelings
nor actions to be sorry about.

Ain't got nothing to lose
but a couple of wood boxes to be played
some books to be read
and tones of music to be listened.

Ain't got nothing to show
but a lonely soul
where there's
no mountains to climb,
no wide rivers to cross and
no intricate roads to drive.

I've got just a couple of feet
to walk barefoot
through those drops of water,
that flowing on my chest,
are trying to build a new stream.

Just as simple as that,
just as complicated as me.