What is mine?



Tick tock tick tock, is this what you call time,
Love, lust, or desire is that what you call time?
I sit on the same place watching pass by time.
My spot, my moon, my air, my life.. everything is mine.
I shed as I grow, then what is really mine?
You and I are one, but you claim it to be mine,
Yours mine, mine yours everything is fine.
Logic reasoning and faith as long as it is in this time.
Lose this hope of possession within this time,
Time is an illusion, just as the claim of everything is mine.


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