Me, Mine and I
The words I chose
To brand things I thought I owned.
The car, the house and all the the goodies that surround
But owning anything is such a misapprehension
I am at the end left with only my soul.
What we choose to believe and lay our life's on
Is but such an illusion.
Holding life is but like holding sand with all our might.
The tighter thy grip the lesser we hold.
I cannot even own the thoughts and desires held deep with in Me
What a catastrophe to believe that anything but me belongs to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem