A Psalm Of Wanderings

Why do I keep running away?

Why am I always trying to hide?

My only desire is to be at your side,

So why am I always secreting my heart?

I play dead to fool me,

A ruse for me to believe

In the machinations of safety,

A guile for my deadened

Ears to slake my conscience.

All I want to do is run back home,

To fall into your arms again,

But I keep throwing myself into

This sub rosa oubliette,

Which I can no longer escape.

Please, save me from me.