Nothing really belongs to me

Sure I earn money
Swiftly swept back in the currents
Of our global economy

My house is still the bank’s

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And that applies to my body

My lifestyle is devised
To soothe society

My time and attention
Are mostly my employer’s
The rest of them,
My phone’s

My headspace is fought over
By advertisers, coaches, gurus,
Scammers
And the odd man in power

I’m either the puppet of a divinity
Or a transient bunch of matter
Borrowed from the one and only

You see,
Nothing really belongs to me