Don’t look at me like that. Don’t say it
Please don’t ask me. I can’t do it
Why aren’t you leaving? Go away
Don’t make me feel like that. Get out
These aren’t my talents. How do you see them?
I thought they were hidden. Please forget
It’s too great a task. You’re asking too much
Don’t instill me with faith. I don’t want hope
You’re still here. Why must you remind me?
Won’t you just leave me alone and have mercy?
Can’t you cease and desist from your request?
Why am I moving? What have you done?
I was comfortable back where I was
This is way too much work for me to do
And too much risk for me to handle
What in the world is propelling me forward?
Stop it. Stop this train. Where are the brakes?
This is much faster than I want to travel
I’m not strong enough to withstand this movement
Won’t you let me relax but a moment?
What is this burning inside me I feel?
It’s emanating from deep down within
I must go forward, the cause is too great
There’s no conceivable way to quit now
Why have you done this to me, Purpose?
–Jason Westlake
Sun., October 29, 2006
