Moral Inventory

I have the real thing,
strutting around.
Head to toe, I know...
I measure my worth
based on the value of my clothes.

I have a ton of gadgets,
I have a bunch of clothes.

My wallets empty,
my wallets worth more than me.
In the mirror,
I see the reflection of my clothes.

Each morning I take inventory,
fearless and searching,
head to toe, I know,
I have the real thing...
(for those who know)

Who am I?
Where am I going?
All the while this great wind carrying.
I make a bold statement.
A Man, who has a place to go.

Late night's journey,
sprinting upon the blurry scene,
every two steps stumbling,
on a straight white line
that leads to nothing.

In the mirror,
a reflection, obscuring
a dirty nose.

I have a ton of gadgets,
I have a bunch of clothes.