I am not my own
This abode I have is a loan
The air I breathe and inhale
All the things I do and fail
Are not as original as thought
For this is the truth to what I've got
All feelings felt and known
Are from things that are gone
to think long back
While everything I may lack
That my body at least would be mine
In reality, I am it as much as sunshine
Recycled thoughts, and overused plots
