Things.

Everyone has things.

Some people have things I want.

I have some things other people want.

Sometimes they try to get my things while they show me their things.

They're not really trying to keep their things away from me.

Maybe they don't even know I can see their things.

I come close to getting their things sometimes.

I stand out on the edge and reach out as far as I can.

I only ever brush them before i fall over and have to start again.

I wonder if anyone’s ever gotten any of my things.

Some people have things I don't want.

Some people who have things I don't want want my things.

They try to show me their things, and I show them mine, but I don't try to take theirs.

Some people have things I want, and they say they want my things, but they don't really try to take any.

Some people have things I thought I wanted until i stopped seeing them.

Maybe they were too shiny and I couldn't really see anything else.

Maybe I never really saw their things at all.

Some people have things that I don't want, but I still want them to have them near me.

I think those are my favourite things.

I don't like some of my things.

I try to throw them away, but it doesn't usually work.

I usually find them back where they started.

I've managed to fix some of the broken ones.

There are a lot of those, but I find new tools all the time.

I have things that scare me.

They scare me because I don't know where they came from.

I put them away and only look at them when I know no one else will see them.

I have things people say you're not allowed to have.

Sometimes I wonder if everyone has those.

I wish everyone had less things.

But I also wish everyone had more things.

Things can clutter.

But things are also exciting.

It's alright to have things.

Just don't let any one thing define you.

Because one day you're going to lose all your things.

So just enjoy them while they're there.

And don't worry.

They're just things.