And how!

I wander.
And wonder.
Wonder why I wander, and what is it that is lost.
I know the words.
But words it is not.
And though this sounds like I've read it before
I believe it not.
I believe me
when I say that the line is original, my very own.
And I laugh.
Laugh, my love,
at the good ol' joke: every new thing that you write is already in the dictionary.
And at the good ol' feeling: everything that emerged from you is your property.
I shouldn't?
Ah - the baby sleeps.
Be quiet, my self. It will claim its independence once it wakes up.It'll go away.
And then you'll know.
Know for sure.
owning. disowning. loss. gain.
wheatchaff!
And finally: I am free to act as if I have lost it, forever.