Complexity

I'm not complex, at least in one small way:
I want what others want. A house, a home,
A loved companion by my side each day,
A worthwhile job: these are desires. In Rome
Each man should act like Romans do, and I
Am on this earth, and human, and act so.
I would prefer, like most, not now to die
And to continue to expand and grow
Though I, like them, would like it if my weight
And waist would not. So I am not complex:
I like to eat the sweet things on my plate,
I like the sun's bright warmth, and I like sex.
But if you ask for higher things than those
No one is simple. That's just how it goes.