Mest lästa ▸
Dave Bonta
possessed by an eagle
far beyond the sand
the fish goes on
lost in too much nothing
Mourning filled my eyes
with leased doors.
I saw how all I own
I am not to keep.
My stuff all alone
and calling me,
I went home.
We love one another.
We cannot part.
I don’t need my games,
Don’t need my movies,
Don’t need my CDs,
You can take it all,
No need for my toys,
My pictures,
My books,
They’re yours,
My car need not exist,
My furniture either,
My TV may be thrown,
You can have it all,
Sitting by my lonesome,
Without all my things,
I feel a weight lifted from my shoulders,
I feel at peace,