blow

(A terza rima)

I am the only thing you can't control.
I'll be what you desire; I aim to please.
I have a face and hands, but not a soul;
I'll spend my time becoming your disease.
I'll change directions, make you lose your way.
I'll lie to you and bring you to your knees.
When everyone around you leaves, I'll stay.
I'll disprove all the truths that you believe,
expose the things you're too ashamed to say...
I'll make you wish you never learned to breathe.

(I watch you blow and blow... you always change)


--lo