Of the Instant

Who owns what you do? Who owns what you use? This land is your land This land is my land Right now to touch flesh is real Let us think only of the instant There was something that I can't remember Did you say "I've had enough"? We are in a happy state It all comes to those who wait While others plot the fate of nations We spent the afternoons in an embrace Somehow, you can't block it out The bitter taste of interference We still try to construct the difference The space between a word and its sense We, it seems, can own ourselves In imagination Then you say, we make our own world Not everyone takes what they are given If we believe what we are saying We have the chance to include ourselves out Who owns what you do? Who owns what you use? Then you say, we make our own world Not everyone takes what they are given There was something that I can't remember Did you say "I've had enough"? There was something that I can't remember We have the chance to include ourselves out --- Of the Instant - Gang of Four