One thinks he knows everything
it’s just what you are told.
One thinks she owns everything
it’s only what you hold.
Your thoughts are really all that you know
but it doesn’t always seem that way.
Your flesh is really all that you own
but it never is enough these days.
You choose vice over virtue; nothing can hurt you.
Selfish is a common ground.
We choose pride over purpose; nothing can hurt us.
Stubborn is a somber sound.
If you sat alone on a polar throne
where the solar light had rarely shone;
what then would you know
what then would you own?
You’d be on your own in your comfort zone
where the winter winds would chill your bones;
I think then you would know
that your life is all you own.
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