I don't want what others want
I don't choose their path
I cannot have what you have
I do not share sight through fat eye
My path is unique
Follow those that will
I am everything I have yearned to be
But my stomach still growls
But for the things I have chosen
Things that will be mine eventually
Straight, straight into the mountain
With my own collection of sacred values
I haul the life of the land along
I don't need these buyable things
Most feel they must have
Cherishing material blind to all else
no inner substance
The envy that stirrs in you
Has made a home inside your body
Its yours not a drop outside
You generate it and nurse it
My path leads away from other's possessions
to the mountain
Mine is focus toward the peaks of who I can be
Yours is distraction in novelty
The fat eye will inevitably burst
A poet's eye will continuing seeing
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