Materialism gets the best of me
As it gets the best of the rest of us
We're no spiritual saints
So we can't be blamed for wanting
More, and more
Sometimes we feel empty
When we don't have everything
That we could grasp in our hands
And we forget
So many things are plenty
Plenty more important than that.
We say we are nothing
Without anything
And although I feel this way sometimes,
I can sincerely affirm that even
With nothing, I am something
I am everything.