I look around at all my things
My worldly possessions 
Sometimes wishing for more 
Because the old things have become a bore
Or because I've come across something a bit more pleasing to the eye

Sometimes I wish I could give it all away
I wish I owned nothing
And nothing owned me
I want to be free from all these distractions
All these worthless attachments

And sometimes I wonder what vast places our minds might travel
When we are all truly free
From these things we so carelessly say we "need."