As you travel through this life,
Collected without even realizing it,
Because they all look alike:
Your thoughts on issues, big and small,
Fitted into an overall scheme,
Of love or hate or exclusion,
Turning things into what they seem,
The multitude of items that you buy,
Each serving a different purpose,
Once served by many fewer tools,
Often constructed for no cost.
Now, it's alright,
You don't have to shed it all,
Just look around and see if you can count,
The ones you find integral.
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