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What do you want 

just tell me I’ll do it

Whatever it is

You’ll help me through it

I can’t do it anyway 

Without your consent 

It must be from you

Or it will be a went

Out on my own

And what “I thought”

Not what you told me

Exposed, uncovered and caught

Out in the cold

Without protection or shield

Doubting my hearing, your voice

The yield

That I feel

Whenever you direct me

That pause that I feel 

Whenever you arrest me

From moving on my own

When I get too wise

When my math is a little off

When 2+2=5

When I fill in the gap

I make the hole bigger

Driving without a map

My thumb on the trigger

I can’t do this alone

This I confess

How do I do this on my own

This discovery process

Can’t you just tell me who I am

What you made me to be

I can’t fail who I am

If it’s the me from thee

Just tell me please

I won’t ask you again

Just tell me this time

And next time when

You make a request

I will understand why

For I’ll know who I am

And willingly comply

Thank you for reading and following

dorothy’s page © 2021 D. E. Young

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