it's something else

it's no
longer money.
it's something else.
being
wanted,
perhaps, that
gets you out
of bed
and pushes you
towards
this thing called
work.
you have
enough forks
and knives
and places to
sit at the end
of the day.
how many cars
can you
drive.
how many clothes
can you
put into
your closet
without wearing
them.
you have enough.
gathering
more of anything
is no longer part
of it.
it's something
else, it's
beyond you,
you think as you
rise and
go.