Stuff

Why do you put your steadfast faith
In things that cause you pain
How can you live a decent life
When all you want is gain
Do the things surrounding you
Fill you with lots of pride
Trying to keep up with the rest
Drowning in the tide
Washing all your waking hours
Into a drain of fear
Surely you would like the peace
That doesn't bring a tear
Be content with what you have
For what you have's enough
He will keep you in the black
Without the need of stuff.