It Isn't Mine

I steal things.

A petty thief creeping around corners of properties in the dark.
Waiting still, I crouch like a cat about to spring out and take
without anyone noticing.

No one will die and no one will notice anything missing.

I'll take words, phrases and ideas and act like they were spoken, formed
for the first time by me with my breath and my lips.

Who have I been fooling? Everything already exists as the raw stone David
was carved from.

Shame on me for finding something already here and claiming it as my own.
What despair to find I never had anything at all.

Were I to never have claimed it, it would never have been mine to loose
back to the universe for all.

Let them have it. It was never mine anyway.