i think it odd

i think it odd

that we sometimes choose to use words

that we do not own,

that we treat hope

the same way we regard faith.

we lie to ourselves,

even though we do not believe

what we say

and we blame ourselves

over things of which we have no control.

these same things,

these same lies,

are the very things that govern our lives.

and yet,

they only control us

because we know no other way

and without our stolen words

we would be lost.