Own Nothing
You can’t ramble on without it being a callback anymore.
I’d like to say words that mean things. Though, everything is a reference. Not to me, mind you - but i’m only the writer.
The mind takes all you have known and will know, blends it, and the mouth ejects. Letter by letter our lives are shaped. You own nothing, you are nothing but the something of the world you live in. Is it really fair to call it yours?
Fairness be damned, i’ll call it what I please. The world didn’t take this shit, I did.