Exit (With Burgs)

Reflect on this simple, statement
 He who is of two needs
 And easy to serve
 Swiftly finds peace
 And is already close to happiness
 The more complicated we make ourselves
 The more complicated is our idea of ourselves
 The more we will perceive our needs to be
 The more of a burden it will be, to this planet
 Once we spend our time here pursuing those needs
 The truth is, the only real needs are food, shelter and companionship
 And everything else is a bonus
 One who is content with food, shelter and companionship
 Treads lightly on this world
 And swiftly gets to the point
 With only something to give back
 But one who is not content though
 Who feel they need extraordinarily labyrinth array of things in their lives to feel
 Their life is meaningful
 Makes them work a ruckus
 In their time upon this planet
 Somebody asked me
 Do we all have, inside of us
 That pure part, that pure punches
 And the answer is yes