Why do you always do what you’re told
I have always wanted to tell you No
But you have proven to be my Task Master
I’m sorry , If that seems too cruel
I respect the balance you teach me
your message is weighted and loud
Your cadence of what I’m suppose to be
Is my every day thorn … without a crown
I believe that order is good
And I take heart in the golden rules
by all etiquettes I have been trained
but I suppose I could never be tamed
What is it that drives you Martha ?
Do you worry the world won’t sing your praise
For me its praises are very few
and yours never last more than a day
Do you ever consider me Martha
In the box that you are contained
Is it my mind you want to master ?
Is it my heart that you cannot restrain.
I hope you do ponder me , Martha
Maybe we both can intertwine
Maybe someday you can be okay with me
and I can teach you to scribble outside lines.