A Bag of Dirt.
A simple question.
Do we own what we think we do?
Surely, we think we own our bed,
our home, our hearth.
Our car and our heart.
But, what do we own.
Is it possible TO own,
anything, for well, who has a dollar,
a dime, even a penny.
Do you own it? Do you?
You think you do.
But what happens when someone
trades you a trinket for it?
Do you own that now?
Is it really yours?
Let's think bigger,
What about your home, your land,
wait, why your, why your,
Did you make it with your hands?
The land, the home perhaps, but the dirt under it?
If you did, show ME how. Would I then own the idea?
Or merely share it? What happens when She wants her dirt back?
The stuff that is in you, what happens when She wants it back?
The things, the baubles and such around you, are they not as easily taken from you?
If they aren't, how do you keep them? In a box? Shut away for no one to see?
A safe, for no one to touch? What of the things that you can't hide, tuck away,
shut up forever? When She want