if I crook my finger you'll come
if I yank your leash you'll follow
if I say kneel you'll drop
you'll do all that for Me
and yet I want more
I want you to come on your own
follow on your own
kneel from your need to do so
you, want to be commanded
I, want to be shown
it's a conundrum
it's this dance we do
and the music we could make
you can be My instrument and
I'll play you, each note in perfect tune
perhaps My ideas are different then all of yours
do I need to change to fit the mold?
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