Need Nothing

No, I don't need nothing No, nothing I don't already hold O, whether tomorrow O, ever tomorrow uncontrolled One moment of deep repose A thick jungle of lawn between my toes A paper glider landing on my nose Curling colors of a painted wing grow Until they fill they screen And draw me in To a place unseen Where I've always been To somewhere so serene Complete within And evergreen When I want too much Of what I've missed To be content With what exists I must remind myself To savor this wholeness No, I don't need nothing No, nothing I don't already hold O, whether tomorrow O, ever tomorrow uncontrolled