LESS LESS LESS
The drumbeats in the back of my mind.
Get rid of your things,
they just weigh you down
LESS LESS LESS, she screams inside.
All this shit makes you crazy.
All this shit clutters your mind.
Every possession let go, every piece removed, a weight removed.
LESS LESS LESS
Why do we need these things?
What value do they bring?
Do they bring me joy or do they bring me pain?
Why is leaving lean looked down on?
I’m not poor,
you’re poor.
The cheap things you keep buying to fill holes that will never be filled.
With stuff, that eats us up, that destroys our home,
that leaves us feeling empty
The stuff that is supposed to be made of “dreams”,
american dreams whatever the fuck those are
LESS LESS LESS
You’ll feel better with each piece gone
One less thing to worry about
One less thing to consider
One less decision to make
I am tired of these things
I am tired of this stuff that has no meaning, no light, no love,
It only hinders me.
LESS LESS LESS
You’ll sleep better.
Your mind will be clearer.
Your life will be slower.
You will find more peace, with less.
