Understatement

my bed is too soft
my clothes are too warm
is it You who gave them to me
and You, i run from

my house is too big
the rooms are too clean
is it You who made it possible
and You, i don't feel

my fridge is too full
my plate is too cramped
is it You who filled it
and You, i never thanked

my life is too colored
my pains are too less
is it You who is responsible
and You, that i forget

my demands are too many
yet my heart does implore
You return it with nothing less
but always with more