I walk through the desert,
I walk down the road;
You stay in a house,
Trapped by your load.
I'm freed for my travel
By lack of possession;
Your great store of stuff
Only causes depression.
You lay down each night,
In comfort at home,
While I, watching stars,
At liberty roam.
You've built four trap walls,
Your source of frustration;
I carry on steady
Toward my destination.