Can you truly have it all? do you want it all? do you, at all?
Owning it all means owning: your blood your guts your shit your meat your fat your sinew all of you.
(I didn’t add bones as it’s unclear if that’s something one more rents than owns?)
Owning it all means owning: your fears your doubts your sickness your anger your tears all of you.
Owning it all means owning: your weakness your insecurities your conflicts your addictions your dysfunctions your embarrassments all of you.
Owning it all means owning: your loneliness your selfishness your jealousy your boredom your control all of you.
Owning it all means owning: your heart your brain your strength your stuff your smile your laugh your love your glow all of you.
Did I miss anything? no worries you own that too.
Just never even think of owning anyone else in any way or even having much sway in what they think or feel.
Aren’t you enough? Or perhaps not and that’s the hole you hope to fill?
(Truly owning yourself is always enough so we’ll all know you’ve failed when someone else is assailed)
And finally, owning it all means owning: your death but nothing more because after that you own nothing at all.