IN THE LACK

It used to feel like life was lacking,

if I wasn't stuffed up to the brim

Over-flowing wants for some-things

- Or I'd be lost to what's within

But now I'm at a "detriment"

With little bits I do substain

No more need for mad desires

Just want enough to feed my brain

Near obsessed with constant hunger

Don't miss the feeling of replete

I control what I require

Now some master of defeat!

I am up to watch the sunrise

Yet see midnight every day

My five hours are triumphant

It's all I need to stay this way

If you crave what you desire

You're bound to want what you can't have

- I'll take half as much as others

And be surely twice as glad!

I used to wonder at the Buddha

Or even Jesus with bare feet

What did it mean to be ascetic?

And what could that ever mean to me?

But now I'm caught up

In my withholding

And see what's coming at the end

They are the things which I've been fighting for

And my reward for constant cleanse

Surely someday I'll be wanton

Once I've found

WHAT

- I'm meant to have

But in the meantime

– Life is blissful

Cuz i'm caught up

- in the lack