Terracotta

I want to be a little person
Taking up little space
And living tiny
And asking for little

Not afraid to gift my time
Not afraid of forgetting
Not afraid of growing old
And more ordinary
Not afraid to be radically happy

Quieter colours

My wallet makes me replaceable
I don't want a brand new anything
No need, no need, no need

The karma of owning things
Is that you end up just like them

You inherit garbage
Oh, and you can't escape
What you've wasted

When we die we only keep
What we have given

There can be enough bread
There can be enough sex
But never enough things apparently

I don't want to have to build a brand
I just want to live the monastic life



Credits
Writer(s): Tomas Andel
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