Value what you have.
What does that mean?
I don’t know. But I see that there are
Two spirits that rise up in me.
One thinks that something’s lacking
And that we must go out and find it.
The other, and it is by far the quietest,
Says that we have enough.
The first would spend our means
On nets to catch the two birds in the bush
While the last would forsake such dreams
For the one we already have.
