Their own
Agenda
Wanting me to follow
Theirs --
Even the six year old
Who makes up rules
To suit herself -
She let's herself win
But not every time
So as
Not to
Create suspicion -
She's too cute
To say no to -
Now
But someday someone
Surely
Will
Life itself will
Have it's way -
It always does
And you -
You
Want me to be
Someone special
Someone perfect
And I -
Just want to
Run
To hide -
The answer is
A certain degree
Of confidence
I suppose -
And
Better hiding techniques
-Camouflage
-Smoke screens
-Carefully covering
Tracks
Let the six year old compose
-all the rules she wants to
But you -
Will have to know
That I'm not perfect
Now -
And won't be -
Probably -
Ever
