I Don't Need A Thneed!
It is my conscious will
My want to always till
A world that never stays still.
It is my conscious awareness
My life I impress
On a world ravaged with tests.
It is my conscious emotion
My brewing a potion
That furthers my soul in motion.
It is my conscious wisdom
My knowledge like phloem
That I am able to write this poem.
It is the greatest mystery of life
Being conscious
Being alive to see the world thrive.
It is the grandest of birthrights
For all creatures and man
That we think and feel and plan.
It is, without doubt
The source of all reason
Since not to have it is treason
It is, I may say
And I can't resist
The place where all love exists.
So I have been asked:
Is there one thing I need?
And no: it is not a Thneed.
The thing I need
Is needed to call
Needing anything at all.
It is this we preserve
And all will agree
Sitting under that coconut tree.
So it is my answer:
And you know it's true!
That just like you, I need consciousness, too.