Sometimes we are a “clone”
Of our own
Fading away from our core
Fighting an inner war

We may OWN things very pretty
And hang on to stuff really shitty
Seeking for the meaning
Of our well-being

We OWN our integrity, personality
Have our “own”  dignity,  liberty
No need to discuss
Because we “owe” to us

We don’t have to spend one cent
To buy “it” or to pay any rent
Banks may find it worthless
But for us it is priceless

Wall Street might not have any interest:
WE are the “property” in which we should invest