my heart found so flawed
prone to wonder
so easily captivated by an attempt
at defining what is best for my life

i have neither lost the ability
to cease control
nor gained the humility to recognize
my life is not my own

what a shame it would be
to come to the end of my days
and have claimed any right to the
good so often placed before me

what use is self
but for the instrument of
which true identity and
Life can be carried

may all hope result in
never being seen again
refine this cry
refine