Separation of Flesh and Fate

To each their own

But what do we own?

How very reckless of us

We humans

To imagine

Possibly fathom

That we own anything

Other than the spit

Behind our lips

We walk this ground

At the mercy of everything surrounding

Everything!

So to each of us

Our own what?

Wait ...

We do own something

Our illusions

We certainly do own those