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?