What does it mean to own?
Is it the same as to possess
Or refer to what’s honed?
How does one know
what we really own?
Purchased or bought
Or brought about by thought?
Does it only count if stated and spoken
to all who are woken
up by the same frame of mind?
Or can it be heard
by those not on board
Coming from a different frame
Maybe even looking to blame
Someone or something else
believed to be causing
one to feel less sense of self
A feeling of not owning
because we are not honing
what it means to be real
according to what is in our own reel
How long can we go along
pretending to function
by an obligatory notion
that there is something inherently wrong
like some kind of malfunction
As if God messed up
and created a bunch of muck
when God meant to design
beings like good wine
We have not yet acquired the taste
to detect the wine from grape
So each time we partake
we find it to be a mistake
Willing to change our palette
allows us to stop approaching life with a mallet
ready to stomp out the whatchamacallit
standing outside the packet
like some kind of racket
In the end, the only thing we own
is not what messes with our flow
but in our approach to the zone
showing how much we have honed
our willingness to grow
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