“What will you do today?

Will you yank at my strings …which you hold so tight…

..just as I begin to flutter and fly?

Will you stop me from racing and ask me to behave?

Will you tell me what a fool I am…

And remind me of the last time I let myself down?

You sadist you!!! Won’t you ever give up?

I am …therefore I love

I am…therefore I hurt

How can I not??”

My mind smiles and says

“You are …therefore I am

I hold your strings so you don’t fall

I reel from the pain each time you break

I piece you back together again

…atleast I try…

Go on…love…but don’t be blind…

Go on…race …but not too fast

I might grow weary of you and give up

And you might just run …right out of your mind”