If it wasn’t for love
If it was mostly for money
Then the path to be chosen
Was the side door that opened
A cardboard box meant more
For love than another dollar
In the bank ever did
You can have so much
That you don’t exactly know
What you have
Throw away all the extra
Keep the important stuff
That’s enough if you know
How to count what that is
A walk around the block
Can really clear your head
And also unearth questions
About the meaning of life instead
Clean the slate dry it off
Pull out the washboard
Forget what was lost
Feels nice when it’s gone
Nothing to weigh the soul down
Free like a speck of dust
In the Puget Sound
Everything looks really tiny
Floating way above
Kind of like your troubles
42,0000 feet up in the sky
© GÄ
Poétique 