Does not need but wants

Merely one she already has

And does not need but wants

She does not want to need and also

In sense she needs to want

Desiring nothing more

Than the nothing that already is

She still wants to have everything

And everything to give

You build a home, it collapses on you

You build a home, it collapses on you

It is better to find shelter next to a rock or hill

For those cannot be knocked in to kill you

Or sleep on the ground,

And assume you won't be stepped on.

Those so keen of self-protection

Who build uneasy roofs and shabby walls

Even taking the energy to design

It is foolishness,

Nothing lasts forever.

In a land so full and bustling

Lifestyle revolving around new trade

Slow die men of cowardice

Hiding in boxes,

Never letting go of anything.

Long live sore-footed travelers

Goods brought from farthest lands

Daring thievery, disloyalty, physical pain

Or heartbreak,

Whatever torment life delivers

Wanderers resilient regardless

Overcoming and homefree

Lady on the knoll with her trinkets

Lady on the knoll with her trinkets

She's no means of moving

But what good is transport when here lay her possessions

Paranoia protects the tangibly accumulated

Trading fewer and fewer memories

She is trapped here with them

Or lost without

She hoards her life in pieces and things

Another Bit of Memories

Conscious to but not a victim of

Maintaining some constant on else’s energy levels

Aware, conserved paranoia

One already knows nothing upon meeting newcomers

They may just be looking to trade

Or to take advantage

They may be searching for the deepest most authentic connection

Or the shallowest

Consistently all are on different levels of one plane