Sometimes

I worry about Karma;    
how I played God    
due to circumstance    
without asking once    
what they wanted for themselves    
   
Sometimes    
   
I worry about your thoughts;    
feel you're going to take    
choice out of my hands    
if you think too much    
   
Play God, conclude what's best    
for me and my Life    
Which you may decide  
isn't You due to circumstance    
   
Like a responsible bird  
after I'm hatched, push   
me out of the nest
watch my feathers flailing    
in tall grass, coax me    
within inches of insects    
until experienced    
   
Lure me into safety    
of underbrush, strengthen    
my wing-span into flight    
upon lower branches    
of Myrtle and Dogwood    
   
Leading ever upward    
into Angel Oaks of    
Southern Plantations    
towering over History    
facing Northbound    
   
Where, as a God    
you've flown    
taking my choice    
   
Without asking once    
what I Loved or wanted most    
in the World    
   
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