Exit (With Burgs)

Reflect on this simple, statement He who is of two needs And easy to serve Swiftly finds peace And is already close to happiness The more complicated we make ourselves The more complicated is our idea of ourselves The more we will perceive our needs to be The more of a burden it will be, to this planet Once we spend our time here pursuing those needs The truth is, the only real needs are food, shelter and companionship And everything else is a bonus One who is content with food, shelter and companionship Treads lightly on this world And swiftly gets to the point With only something to give back But one who is not content though Who feel they need extraordinarily labyrinth array of things in their lives to feel Their life is meaningful Makes them work a ruckus In their time upon this planet Somebody asked me Do we all have, inside of us That pure part, that pure punches And the answer is yes