Being
My reason for being I will never understand
No point thinking about it
Better off with your head in the sand
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You judge me by the size of my house, the looks of my spouse
My bank account, clothes and voice
Like I ever had a choice
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The relentless and pointless accumulation of wealth
Get stressed, selfish and hurtful
Forget about your health
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Take a walk and see the have nots and the haves
The classy and the chavs
Material purchases everywhere
Is there anyone left who truly cares?
I love my car, I love my TV and my PC, my house, my movies, my clothes and the like.
But ever since I went travelling for a year, I no longer “need” them…. I am truly one of the lucky ones.
Every day, I feel fortunate for having clean air, a dry place to sleep and a wife whom I am still deeply in love with.
I will enjoy my life and my belongings, but never again be a slave to them.
Nice poetry by the way.
Posted by: Lee | Thursday, February 03, 2005 at 12:15 AM