Of losing all you have.
Possession is such an etherial thing,
It could only be invented by humans.
And when you unburden yourself,
Of the anxiety of keeping,
You will find you are richer than,
Your wildest dreams,
Because then you have all the room,
You ever wanted to fill with what you want,
In the horizon of possibility,
On the road to having a lot.
And it's alright,
If by everyone else's guage,
You are a homeless free-loader.
They're just burdened by the house that is still unpaid.
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