Stuff

Stuff

I never really cared about stuff

It’s nice to have

But I can never seem to hold on to it

I always end up selling it

To pay the rent

Or the electric bill

If I had one wish

I don’t think I would take the million dollars

I’d ask for inspiration or piece of mind

Maybe hope or a new beginning

But not stuff

I’d just end up selling it

To buy some time

To write a stupid poem like this

Or a song that no one will ever hear

I’m a fool

And fools don’t have any stuff

Ask anyone in the hospital dying

Fools don’t hang on to stuff