Have we stopped to wonder if what we gain is worth the cost, stretching our hands towards we believe treasures that we must keep today until forever ends
Have we stopped to wonder if what we gain is worth the cost, these are gold, silver, trinkets, trophies, tools, and a lot of things- we hoard them all
Have we stopped to wonder if what we gain is worth the cost, our homes fill with echoes of things stacked high on shelves and boxes spent years in pursuit…
Even the things we never paid for will find a way to collect their debt, we marvel at what is given for free, the gifts we receive knowing little that every possessions demands its free
Even the things we never paid for will find a way to collect their debt, every trinket costs space, a gadget takes time but its is a keepsake that steals maybe a valuable thought or a memory confines
Even the things we never paid for will find a way to collect their debt, the closet weeps burdened with forgotten prizes no one keeps, what was once a joy becomes a chain a cost unseen…
Even the things we never paid for will find a way to collect their debt, a title, a house, a name that is only carved in stone but what is laughter, the love the unknown that takes toll on us
Even the things we never paid for will find a way to collect their debt, those simple moments that are lost in the race fleeting with joy that we no longer embrace is striving truly bring us peace
Even the things we never paid for will find a way to collect their debt, not all that glitters must be held and not all we carry is dear but some burdens are borrowed as some weights disappear…
Am I carrying what is essential and only what I need or am I weighted down by the unnecessary, for all of the things we believe must reside for everything we own something else is taken away
Am I carrying what is essential and only what I need or am I weighted down by the unnecessary, today as we walk through life once more the past is now an unopened doors
Am I carrying what is essential and only what I need or am I weighted down by the unnecessary, pause for a moment and let yourself see that we once though we are free but perhaps we are chained, but the life in its truest form is a life unburdened is a heart unchained…
What we need is nothing more than enough
To free both our hands and our minds from their noose
To own only what matters, to live within peace
To shed what is needless, to keep only truth
