at-odds

Think on why
The times that you
Wanted to try
Something new
And I spoke
Inside of you
“Not yet.”
You bet,
You lose,
Take chance
With what you
Think should be,
That I will
Join in
Your hypocrisy,
You who said
You’d follow Me,
Die to self
And be
Mine.
You found
Time after time
My will
Is not to be
Bent or tied
Down by love
For you.
On the contrary,
I love you
Too much
To indulge
What you
Think should be.
Your mind
Is at odds
With Me
And everything
You dream up
Is fantasy.
I alone
Know reality –
The end
Of all things.
Go with Me