You’ll never convince me
You’re afraid of my wrath
When what I know is
You’re afraid of choosing
Our predestined path

Always wanting but afraid of more
Always denying what you refuse to see
You fear yourself; the awesome power
Of what you might still yet be  . . .
Not me, my man, not me.

Who makes you
Keep paying the cost
That sends you running back
Like a *******
Cutting her loss

Forever cursed by your thirst
Wanting that elusive something
You continue you seek . . .
Hard climbing unable to find
The perfect peak

You believe your voice
Will find what you seek
Why then do you sing
with tears of sorrow
Running down your cheek
  
You still convince your mirror
As you’ve done before
By breathing substance
Into shadows
That follow you
Like a dedicated *****

Who dances circles ‘round your past
Who wrote the script with you miscast
Lord Robert . . . . I think not
Court Jester better fits the plot

You assume you’d offered me something new
Like an exotic spice added to your secret stew
How much of that stew is a repetition
Spoonfuls of hope you spoon fed me too?

Circling around yourself
A dance you’ve done before
Giving substance to shadows
Always wanting but afraid
To accept more . . .

Soon you know I must leave
To save myself . . .
I can’t afford to keep looking behind
I didn’t set out to crucify your mind

Words from me to you were given a voice
Call it heaven’s intervention
Spiked with loving intention
Believe me, I wasn't left a choice

Grow some wings
Dare to fly .  .  .
'Cuz the saddest word
Your soul keeps hearing
Is your repeating
The word 'Goodbye'