Snared by introspection, with no thought of a way out
paradoxically, you find yourself finding yourself
Your thoughts focus more on you
Your problems and flaws
A mess that is now beyond your control,
but you see how you could have played out each scenerio differently
The stupid things said and done reversed; or erased by apology
Speculation has you ossified by what you could have done,
But you know it's too late, the moment is gone.
Your recalcitrance won, or got the the best of you
And right on queue, the thought of what to do.
In this psycological world of yours, where you were the solution,
You are also the problem, the variable that let the world down.
The consequence gone if you were not to be found;
The question becomes, to flee from what you are responsible
or are mearsues more drastic what is called for?
So you plot, scheme, connive, the how to
on eliminating this problem of you.
As this crescendo of thought begins to spill into action,
"Excuse me" comes an interjection.
This self-centered place that you built is a fantasy,
and you don't belong here, you belong to Me.
You see, I formed you from My heart
You are a priceless work of art, carefully wroght by My skilled hands.
And while it frustrates your plans,
I came tonight as your redeemer,
So put the fantasy down, and cling to Me.
I have for you still plans and destiny.
And while elusive is an explanation,
That night I was freed from the snare of introspection.
