Life Without Simplicity: A Sonnet

I looked at my life only to perceive
That it invited chaos to amass
Wanting rest from so much strife and to leave
My legacy on plain colored canvas
I asked how to live in a simple way
All I received was quotes from men of old
What our nation can no longer portray,
That sacred object, I can not behold.
Should I struggle to find what was found dead?
Could they all be wrong, might it still exist?
Seeking simplicity I gained instead
Increased chaos I had tried to resist
Now a lost art, none knowing the old skill
Unfilled my life remains wanting still.