If I tell you I have a headache,
you’ll badger me to go to the doctor.
If I tell you I’m not interested in anything
and would love to sleep for three days,
you’ll encourage me to go to a therapist.
If I tell you that I’m tired
of saying only nice things,
edifying things,
fresh, perky, upbeat things,
you’ll tell me to go ahead
and write what I will
then
you’ll share your testimony of faith,
and try to save my soul by convincing
me that your god
is The One For Me.
here ‘n there