I recently read that in order to flourish,
    one must build a proper foundation.
So, I painted my bathroom...
    and I'm still not peaceful.

I buy things, and arrange them in a certain way.
I work for six days, and sleep on the seventh,
  and since I can't bring these things into heaven,
  I should just burn it all down and face the elements.
Know what I'm sayin'?

I don't see much of a point to any of this.
  Buying **** and keeping it.
  Dusting it, adjusting it.
  Fixing it, fussing it.
          **** it.

I'd be far more productive if I were free of these luxuries
  that we all hold so dearly.
I'd see more clearly with nothing interfering.
          Severe healing.
Myself, reappearing.