Day 147: Possessions Undefined

I was talking to a friend late in the night and to myself when I kept thinking about this idea of having possessions with meanings, and though they are possessions in our head, they are not owned. They are momentary at best about things that can and cannot be held to ourselves, whether they are meetings with strangers , phone calls that were left incomplete or whether they are interactions we forget and were never ours to keep. In whatever way, these are possessions that are undefined, they are no ones to keep and yet they are something that lingers on in our mind. I wonder how many times we beat ourselves about it, and for whatever matter even the decision of letting go sometimes isn't ours to make. I keep wondering if we could ever decide what we get to carry with us, our little pieces of happiness and sometimes asking ourselves just that same question.

Possessions Undefined
I wonder about what we call ours to keep
Even our mind, our memories from the cracks they slip
What are our possessions at the end of the day?
What do we call as ours and what do we give away?

We are attached to ideas that bleed from the mind
And things we feel we might have felt, that have been left behind
On journeys that we took and memories we got to make
And sometimes we even kept our fondest mistakes.

We are strangers sometimes, never met in real life
And sometimes all I possess is the hope that you keep a smile
Sometimes even the worries we have are not ours to keep
Maybe just the thoughts, when you put your mind to sleep

We are possessions undefined, we don't know it all
We are pieces of papers scattered and sticky notes posted on a wall
We are unclaimed sometimes, neither kept nor let go
And our fondest possessions sometimes, are the things we never show