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