We are what we possess
Book of Life
We are empty shells
If we dont possess
If we dont fill our life with furniture,
With music, with knowledge,
With this or that
And that shell makes a lot of noise
And that noise we call living
And with that we are satisfied
And when there is a disruption
A breaking away of that
Then there is sorrow
Because then you discover yourself
As you are - an empty shell
Without much meaning!
My notes:
We are what we possess
And then the possession posses us!
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