Stuff

All this stuff I have around

For sure, it makes me smile

But I don't really need it

Or does it give me "style?"

In truth, I do not need it

And this I've always known

It's just more crap to keep track of

The pile has only grown

Simplify, the answer calls

And listen, I must do

Eliminate what I don't need

Remaining?  Just what's true

It doesn't matter what I wear

Or what I hold in hand

Only what's inside of me

The rest is only sand