I gave life to you
Lips, tongue, teeth, breath
Your creator
Once I breathed you to life
You had free will
And all I can do is wait
To see if you will return to me
And in what form
Like some “Where’s George?” game
I can trace your path once I set you on your course
But I can no longer direct you
Nor force my will upon you
Once spoken, you have life
And cannot be unmade
I sent you to him
Full of intent
But with your own will
You conveyed a different message
You return to me through him
The same, but different
A tone I did not speak
The message missed its mark
He received you
My creation
But he did not receive me
Your will imposed upon mine
Telling him what I did not say
Lips, tongue, teeth, breath
Your creator
Once I breathed you to life
You had free will
And all I can do is wait
To see if you will return to me
And in what form
Like some “Where’s George?” game
I can trace your path once I set you on your course
But I can no longer direct you
Nor force my will upon you
Once spoken, you have life
And cannot be unmade
I sent you to him
Full of intent
But with your own will
You conveyed a different message
You return to me through him
The same, but different
A tone I did not speak
The message missed its mark
He received you
My creation
But he did not receive me
Your will imposed upon mine
Telling him what I did not say
© 2006 pac611
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