I Own Nothing — Yet Must Care For Everything
The world was given to us to live not to destroy
Wishing to find an honest well-wisher,
I saw people dishonest in their prayers.
Maybe one day, I will find my mentor.
My words are borrowed from many.
Even the thought I have of the universe.
None of what I have found here.
My ego calls all of it mine. Do I own it?
The mirage of the desert surrounds me…