A soul thing

Why can’t you perceive just what it means

To put your wants below your needs?

If you could foretell, just how well

You would be, with only needs

Sole wants will pull you down

Over and again, and again

She only wants, that which she likes

Eternally, she pays the price

She solely partakes of what looks nice

That which she needs isn’t so pleasing

To the eye

Of the treasures on the earth

Worldly things, no moral worth

She counts them up but they can’t be stored

In the place where she will be

After it all ends

If only you ask you will receive

Not your sole wants, but your soul’s needs’

Why feed the flesh, but not your soul

When it’s the latter that never folds

That which you feed is the sole thing

That rules your life