We are all Thieves

Crooks creep at the belly of the beast, to take part of a scandal that is not true. To only bend and grab for the existing and fend for theft, but not truth. More than very few hide the natural feeling of taking. But we do these actions on account of what is ours or the others. Thinking is never the process of what we take—

Maybe if I slipped into the back window to take your dreams or perhaps your soul would you care? Welcome me in to what you do. Cheer the kind heart that lies beneath the stone of remorse. Remember what you have done. There would be no going back if you had not taken, slaughtered my sense of the knowing. What it would feel like to have what is now lost to me. It’s too late. We are all thieves. Take my kindness and I’ll exchange it for weakness. Keep my sensibility; I have more where that came from. Take everything I have left of me and I promise the heavens from the sea to the wind that blows between the trees, my soul will reincarnate within what was taken, to what was found in the sworn truth of the existing—

I will steal back what was mine… I will steal back what was mine…

Or simply take from—

Truth?