Playing a role on a reel that's featured inside of your head?
I wasn't invited. I don't even know what your thinking about.
But the look on your face is enough to make me want to run away.
Why do I go for it? Taking the bait?
It's only a worm on a rusty hook and it squirms like hate.
I'm getting ready to give up reacting this way with plenty of practice and prayer, with willingness and with faith.
All that I am and do returns to me.
What you think and feel and say cannot steal my thunder away.
I am not helpless, falling through your trap door.
Wondering where I went wrong, what I'm being punished for.
It's only the pattern, bitten from the cloth.
Picking up bad habits can be hard to break without boundaries we repeat all our mistakes.
I don't remember making you the boss of me.
Perhaps it was a girlish ploy, the path to her identity.
I'm getting ready to give up reacting this way with plenty of practice and prayer, with willingness and with grace.
All that I am and do returns to me.
What you think and feel and say cannot steal my thunder away.