I am attached to nothing Neither controlled, nor tempted, nor distracted, nor enticed In a place where I have no desires because my wants are my demons Giving generously all I have Nothing was ever mine to begin with Constantly reincarnated into the present Thoughts emerge and consume me Then wither away never leaving a trace Why do we hold on to what we can never touch, feel, smell, see, or taste forever Itβs all illusion Nothing is real Where is my reality Dormant beneath my inherited thoughts Mislead by misdirection Buried beneath the infidelity of my fragile affections Consciously stained by the conception of my speculation Awakened to my path I ask myself, but what do I know It was subjective from the beginning Where did I get my name, my beliefs and my morals Who am I What do they mean They were never mine to begin with All I have, I was given All I have been given, was never theirs to give As it never belonged to them who gave it Neither do they belong to me Liberating myself of their attachment My soul yearns to live I want die free