by ERYC MYERS
Lord, I have a plan for me, and you are constantly messing with it!
I want comfort and you want growth.
I want billboards from you, and you deliver enigmas.
I want security and you hand me dependence.
I want a voice from the clouds and you produce a word from a friend.
I want a routine and you send me on an expedition.
I want financial peace and you want to provide only what I need.
I want escape and you put me in the now.
I want my old dreams and you offer only new ones.
I want to be desired and you demand that I desire you above all.
I want fun and you give me reality.
I want a stroll and you would have me wrestle.
I want political solutions and you want changed hearts.
I find comfort in invisibility, but you want me to be transparent.
I want predictability and you want me to have peace in the chaos.
I want to die sometimes and you long for me to die to myself.
Why can't you be made in my image rather than me in yours?