Minimal to the Max

Had a house full of stuff I don't need
I had two of everything
Told myself that I owned it all
But I think that it owned me
My little life cluttered up with obligations
Credit debit financial machinations

Gonna take me a trip to the minimalist
Try to find out what I need
Get out the trap of a life unlived
And be minimal, minimal to
Minimal to, to the max

Saw the eyes of desire and greed
Glaring at me from a mirror
A hungry ghost with a big appetite looking like he lives in fear
Craving more time, more money to spend
Experience it all and it'll never end

Saw them all at the shopping mall
Looking like they're mesmerized
Noses honed to sweet new aromas
Of the treasures from their fantasies
Sweating on the treadmill, credit card pay
Somebody tell them there's another way

Gonna take me a trip to the minimalist
Try to find out what I need
Get out the trap of a life unlived
And be minimal, minimal to
Minimal to, to the max

Fewer words to write this song
Minimal verse don't even rhyme
Why use a big word in a fancy phrase?
When diminutive ones suffice
There is the thing and the name of the thing
And that's already one thing too many

Gonna take me a trip to the minimalist
Try to find out what I need
Get out the trap of a life unlived
And be minimal, minimal to
Minimal to, to the max

In the quiet of my tiny home
Inhabiting a simple place
Shirt in the closet, plate in the cupboard
I'm contented in this space
Was a slave to my own endless choices
Second guesses, my inner voices

Gonna take me a trip to the minimalist
Try to find out what I need
Get out the trap of a life unlived
And be minimal, minimal to
Minimal to, to the max

Minimal, minimal to
Minimal to, to the max
Minimal, minimal to
Minimal to, to the max
Minimal, minimal to
Minimal to, to the max