Rich of Self

I wear the same sweater more than twice in two days My car has a dent and hand cranked windows Must make me poor You are poor Poor of soul, happiness, freedom of your once untrained mind Walking in whatever direction a finger points without question I am rich Rich of self Rich of presence. You are caged I am free Free to wander obedient to self Joy, and sorrow embraced You turn away oblivious to sight You have conformed