Recycled

 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