The implications of your strength confuse
My emotions and leave me perplexéd;
Do I find safety in your able arms,
Or do I fear the strength sup’rior to mine?
The way you take control is my excuse
For the comfort I find in depended
Thought and action on the more able one;
“Besides, if it were me it’d take more time.”
But I ask myself what I have to lose;
I see my future self as wretched,
Visions as a doll in your house alarm,
And I see this is not a perfect rhyme.
Which confuséd instinct do I turn to,
Content remains, but is fear overdue?