For the Better
Too much of nothing can change a man…
For the better…
For all who accumulate are slaves to their accumulations
For you have to house it
Protect it and perhaps pay for it
Again and again and again
You can’t take it with you when you go
And how do you exactly know
If you will have anyone to hand it off to
In the end
And will they keep it
Care for it
Slave for it
-As you did?
When you compare the minimalist lifestyles
To those of the decadent
Is it really so magnificent
To discover
Psychologically
We manipulate people
Systems
Biology
And ourselves to
Drive luxury vehicles
And inhabit houses with more rooms
Than we need fill
With finery to impress others
Who could positively
At sheer will
Not give 2 fucks
About you or me
Or our possessions
To feel that much taller
In our smaller minds
Working numerous hours overtime
Neglecting all
Who should matter
Too much of nothing can change a man…
For the better…
Take the backpacker
With nothing but a satchel upon his back
Who trades accumulation for experience
Because in the end
Will what you have even matter
When you thrive on the pattern
Of remembering your existence
As the things you did
How you lived
What and who you saw and met
Along the way
(Who looks back to ponder all the accumulation
They collected over their lifetime)
Are the diamonds more beautiful
Than the Egyptian sunset
Or the rushing waves on the beaches of Malawi
But you’d have fortune instead of adventure
And wonder why your mind ventures
To make the statement
“Too much of nothing can change a man…â€
Because you will most assuredly
Reference the title line in the end…
