spirit

stuff suffocates me.
noose of capitalism.
hangman’s handicap.

wants can multiple
like rabbits at a disco.
but needs are stable.

a big empty space
filled with all the wants you need.
hollow starving souls.

nothing really ends.
just changed places in space time.
but where and what time?

a short fifty years
trekking boldly amongst stars.
living long after.

in a hundred years
you can never live fifty.
not without effort.