Your ways, not my own
Your plans, for they are better.
Your methods, for you understand the battle better than I.
Your joy, for it is not manufactured.
Your contentment, it involves nothing but you and I together in it.
Your view of me, mine is a dusty mirror at best.
I want you and all you have to offer. My plans have gotten me nowhere. I follow yours and I live a crazy, exciting, topsy turvy, upside down from this existence kind of life.
And it’s good.