I can admit that sometimes,
What I need is parental guidance.
Is that what prayer is?
I wouldn't trust this with anyone who didn't know all paths
Who wasn't all good, all pure
How close to me before I mess it up though?
Free will as blessing and curse.
I can admit that I've consulted and heard you and chosen my way.
Was it the relationship or the decision as gift?
I can admit that so so much has changed now,
But I still want to come
Relationship as blessing, choice as consequence and gesture.
I can admit that in one reading,
I never had what I needed,
In another, I always did.
My life, in sum, becomes the gesture.
