sometimes it’s time
to let it all go,
leave the mess behind
and give your things away.
keeping all that stuff,
is just another form of slavery.
stacking, stashing, packing, storing.
the life of a collector gets pretty boring.
getting rid of the stuff,
that doesn’t give happiness,
might be hard, but I will forget what I once owned in no time.
no matter how hard we try,
we will never be complete.
you can buy whatever you want,
take a credit,
pay off the bills,
ask others for more money,
beg for a raise,
and put the stuff you buy with that money,
on top of the shelve,
living life like everyone else.
just waiting for the dust on them
to fall like the snow on a fresh winter day.
chasing the dreams projected by hollywood,
never forgetting, there might not be snow,
but suicides in those hills,
even though those heros can have everything.
and that’s still not enough.