My Things

My hiking boots have carried me And suffered with me more Than anyone I have known My car has heard me sing out loud And chatting to imaginary friends Conversations with a ghost My jacket keeps me warm WithIn its thick embrace When ever the world grows cold And my shirts know me well My favorite colors and my shape My thoughts in print they tell My television speaks to me It tells me exactly what I want to hear And silences with just a touch Even the machines at work Under the dirty fluorescent lights Don't bother me as much I'm closer to my things Than the people that I've known At first glance you might find that wrong But, people are disappointing As you’ve probably already seen My things treat me better than most