My life, my family
my business, my story, my name
is it really all mine?
Or is it an illusion in my mind
been there all my life?
Too many question with
too few answers for all
or no answer at all
That is my life after all
that's our life
From generation
to generation, world sense has not
people sense has not;
killing sense has not;
terror sense has not;
with all of that being said
there won’t be anything left
my legacy, no more
my heirloom, none
my choices, not mine
there won’t be one anymore
Are people taking my “my’ out of me
or simply being, them, more egocentric?