I'm Not Yours / I Think.

I'm not yours.
I breathe all on my own.
I move all on my own.
I think, I think.

Are we all individual?
Or are we all predestined?
Have we all personage?
Are we predetermined?

This never ending circle...
Of love and greed and war.
Is it purely stressful?
Or is it spiritual?

I'm not yours.
I hear all on my own.
I feel all on my own.
I think. I think.

I'm not yours.
I breathe all on my own.
I move all on my own.
I think, I think.

I need to think.