I own everything

Nothing matters in the great fullness of time,
The sooner we quit fooling ourselves and others about this fact,
The sooner we can move on to some greater sense of propriety in our every day existence.
We all know we could die tomorrow,
Or in the next hour,
Or moment.
But it’s not in the corporations’ interest that we act upon this reality.
If we lived as the transmigrated pilgrim,
We would create our own wonderful things,
Or at least put in the work to do so every day.
We would stumble and fall,
We would make horrific mistakes…
We do own the day.
Nobody seems to want us to think so.
We would recognize they are selling us what has always been ours for free.
Money is the face of the demon which has sucked us into this matrix.
Intellectual Property has its place,
But it’s been so abused and raped and twisted,
I have no doubt we’d be better off without it.
Owning information is the same game, as selling water, air, and the earth….
A concept mistaken for truth.
Giving us only enough of actuality,
to make us do what they want us to.
A game we play which affects everyone negatively.
I want to be a communist with no government.
Insane as the idea sounds,
It could be the only sanity.
Justice has many faces.
Most of them we can't recognize immediately.