I am just a number in this world: personal numerical code
Nothing that I have belongs to me except in appearance
The land belongs to the state, the undergrownd belongs to the state
The house is apparently mine but I pay taxes because I own it
Furniture and other goods are given to me for long-term use
But if I want to throw them away, I have to pay
I pay for the rain, I pay for the sun
I pay for my life with my mental health
And if we're being honest, even death doesn't belong to me entirely
The state take cares if and when I have to die:
They need a warm place? My bed is being prepared in silence
And the family is not informed either.
They just find that one face is replaced by another face
Blessed are the poor in spirit
For they will inherit all that they did not have
But in another constellation

I'm just a number in this world. And sometimes a *****