It's got it all backward, <br />that you are an appendage to it, <br />and not the other way around. <br /> <br />But it's aburd you say, <br />How can you be in charge? <br />I'm the practical one, I open the doors. <br /> <br />But it explains how it can be so demanding. <br />Of course it bellows when you are gone. <br />Because that is not what it wants. <br /> <br />Of course it goes out of its mind when you leave. <br />Why would you ever want to leave, <br />how could you? <br /> <br />And all this time you thought you were caring for it <br />and a thin leash connected you, <br />looped around your head.<br /><br />Mike Finley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-soul-thinks-you-belong-to-it/
