Things
There are too many things in the world,
Things that lead to complications
And disappointment.
We suffer from a need for things,
Things that sow chaos around us
And reap a harvest of grief.
We proudly display them to family and friends,
Forgetting that envy lurks behind every smile.
There is something in our genetic makeup
That drives us to gather things
To isolate us from potential harm.
Things isolate.
Things block sight and sound.
They can be built into a wall.
Too many things can be fatal.
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