I dragged all this stuff with me along the way. I pulled my dresser and my lamp and my old mattress into the room I would stay.
I thought for sure I would need them for where else would I lay.
If I didn’t bring it all with me I would have nothing.
I can’t let go of the things in my life, I have worked so hard to have what I have.
What I have is so meager and small even if I gave it up I would have nothing at all.
You idiot you fool, holding on to your mess.
These things that you hold you think them the best?
Well, no of course not but its all I can do.
All you can do is hold on to this crap, drag it around and throw out your back.
Why do you think that these things belong to you?
Because I bought them, they’re mine I purchased this room.
So the room, you have and in it you will stay. You believe the things that all humans say.
These things are mine and those things our yours we keep them forever and never go poor.
When all along, misery you find hiding amongst the treasures you’ve mined.
Do you see that it weighs you, ages you, and kills? These things that you hold are taking the pill.
See beyond the murder the corruption of mind, look to the future and see what you find.
A broken hopeless dope filled home.
All for what? To make you pleased, to bring you a smile as I jangle the keys.
The car that you want, the house that you haunt, the dreams that you flaunt
All for nothing when your last breath you will leave.
Your body decayed covered in fleas, your dead, your death, we all must die.
And not a single thing that was dragged to the grave will make it past the burial maze.
It will sit and grow rot, with all of your lot.
You think yourself rich when really you’re not.
The audio version of this was inspired by my friend Poetkisses- if you haven’t already go check out her incredible work PoetKisses is a real life Poet