Matter (Material)

Those eyes are yours, to see the world-

To look around, to view perfection

That mind is yours, and yours alone-

To connect the dots, to form perception

That voice is from another's mouth,

That fills your ears and finds the found

Something not quite right with what;

You believe in sits with you and stays...

Wonder in the wandering makes you feel as though you've strayed

What's the matter with you?
Words fail me, because yours aren't true

You've got flesh on those bones,

Those fingers are your home

Your hearth lies at the heart of it

Walk out again and quit

You're materialistic