Today I pulled relics from out of my closet.  I placed them into a bag.  Today I peeled memories from off of my walls.  I packed them into a box.  Today I said goodbye to a life that once was.  I left it at the curb.

It’s just stuff.  It’s just stuff.  It’s just stuff.

Today I went to go spend time with my daddy.  There was a service going on nearby.  Today I saw a coffin go into the ground, with loved ones–not stuff–close beside.  Today I was reminded of life’s brevity, and with all put back into perspective,

It’s just stuff.  It’s just stuff.  It’s just stuff.  

Today I reaffirm my treasure isn’t here; I set forth for only things that will last, for tomorrow is never guaranteed to anyone.  So in the case that I do pass, I want to know there’s going to be people at my service, people I loved and was loved by.  For stuff will come and stuff will go but relationships will persist for all of time.