Resting Amonst the Stars

Just some passing thoughts last year...

I sit upon a rock, looking deeply into the sky
Wondering if people know me really, I cry
How many make assumptions not of my own
Put me up on a pedestal or a stupid throne

You see me as closed off, writing words divine
Yet quick to tell the world, I'm well in confine
Perhaps I'm not as you think I may appear
Desperate for someones attention you may fear

I don't need the wrong people sitting in my life
I done that before and my heart was left in strife
Now I look at life as come what surely may
If you can steal my heart, do it the right way

I am not a possession, nor a source of any cure
I can not be the answer to clear away your blur
I am not a dog sent to keep you close company
Nor am I a puppet providing life's sustainability

Don't expect a fire when there is no wood to burn
I lived my life lessons well, sadly I had to learn
Love isn't given freely, it comes to those very few
Pushing it on me and chances are we will be in lieu