belong

They condemn us or we condemn ourselves. We follow the patterns that force us, even though we can't do anything else. Or maybe we don't know, or don't even think about it. Our life or their life. Our ideas or their ideas. Our moments or theirs. Nothing belongs to us, even though they say we own our own lives. Our actions define us, even though most are forced. Living for others. None of it has any purpose.