Would you rather I describe a tree to you Or should I just take you to it?
Should I tell you what is fact Or should I instead let you live under its effect?
To make life real I invite pain To know my place Is to be asked to move And as I sit beyond my earned right I welcome humility Because I follow the path of the word But instead of obeying I choose to learn the lesson the hard way It’s not that I’m that stupid But a lesson learned is a lesson learned
I want to whisper to you now so that you will listen For a shout is not worth the pain it will cause Why can you not just tell me what you want from me? Tell me everything that a woman can never tell a man Show me the look of longing that covers your face when I turn my back For I can never know you unless you open yourself to me
I am not afraid of your rejection Are you afraid of my freedom? You are able to live as you want Yet you will not take it from me As I pass through your life you only anticipate goodbyes While I anticipate the next hello
The illusion of permanence Belies the reality of what is temporal For obsessions of a shared plot Can only lead to separate lives
Will you remember to put me in my place once again Or will you show me the tears of someone who hates their own freedom?