No possessions

Imagine a world without possessions. Ha ha! You can't, can you, you fucker?
I am not defined by what I posses. I am not just the music I like. I am not the food I eat.
I am a lot of things and you can't see my whole face, no matter how hard you stare.
Like the Moon I have sides I always hide from you.
But the lines blurred a long time ago and Man can no longer discern them.

I don't want your world. I've got my own and it doesn't want you by the way. It doesn't mind getting to know you either. A conflict? No.
I don't need your pity, because I am not weak and in need of being spoiled.
I want a battle to win, a record to spin and a life to begin
all over again

I am a man.
I am a woman.
I am no worse than you.
I have the chance to change for the better and the inclination to change for the worse.
I am never yours like you are never mine.
I set no rules and you don't play by them.

I came to this world with my clear mind to give birth to ideas and my heartbeat and they shall be the two most prised things I'll lose dying.

I am myself when I create, I am myself when I dance. I am my temporary self.
I am lost in the overcrowded world. I am out of your focus.
I want to rebel against a corrupt system, a corrupt society.
Yet, I do it meekly. I am oppressed. My protest is my impotent bitching.

I am Jack's turbulent soul.
I am never whole.
I am never perfect.