“Strawberry Moon”

I am finding that

I project a selflessness

While being selfish

It sounds obvious

Like a flaw I should have seen

Yet I am surprised

It's like with blankets

You get cozy under them

And you forget 'em

'Cause it is comfort

That's what I'm always after

That, and convenience

And it's real comfy

To know how to treat people

All to earn their praise

But the Gardener

He strips away the blanket

And goes for my heart

And planting something

Where my chest is "agape"

And it's changing me