The sky isn’t mine
neither the birds that traverse its vastness
with their beautiful wings
That road isn’t mine
which i push under my feet
to reach the room where i live
That car can’t be mine
some company has made it for anyone who’ll pay for it
so do the chocolates and the pizzas that i cherish
The air
that fills my lungs
isn’t mine either
as i just found myself breathing in this world one day
i didn’t bring anything with me
and i won’t take anything from here
not even the words
so what exactly is mine except the way i feel?
probably the little desires that bubble in my restless heart?
nothing else indeed
as somehow i share everything with others
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