Who is the master in this house?
\nI said to the God gene inside me.
\nI find no trace of you in the world,
\nand yet you consume me.
\nDeciding how my life is played.
\nWhat shall we do with each other?
\nIn the end,
\nwhich one of us will matter?
\nAnd hormones that push me
\nfrom sex to love.<\/p>\n
What shall I do with you?
\nHow much of you is me?
\nHow much can I endure?
\nLove that is forever then fades.
\nIs shattered,
\nbecomes cynical and dry.
\nWhat have we done with each other?<\/p>\n
Is there a true love story?
\nAnd,
\nwhat can be determined
\nfrom being young and growing old?
\nMaking choices of what will be
\nand what will not be,
\nas if in the end,
\nI am not passion,
\nbut only a litany of life
\ngoing this way and that,
\npretending it is destiny.<\/p>\n
Could I do better?
\nHow much freedom do I have?
\nWhere can I leave my regrets?
\nWhat does the world expect of me?
\nWhat do I expect?
\nPerhaps kindness.
\nOnly kindness,
\nand a voice that whispers
\non my pillow,
\nunderstanding
\nis what we need
\nto forgive
\nand be forgiven for.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Who is the master in this house? I said to the God gene inside me. I find no trace of you in the world, and…<\/p>\n