Open Arms

You speak as if you know me, gathering collections of ideas, You go off formulated opinions instead of coming straight to me to hear, You skip around the topic and change its meaning intentionally, As long as it fits your agenda, mr. Psychology, Here is the difference between us, you so desperately want to understand, Every one of your aha moments, I stood back and held your hand, I let you run on topic and guess to open up your view, If all I can do is sit back and watch, then that's what I will do, If others influence makes you fearful, and your comparing in your mind, Than love has no place to rest it's head, and is constantly being defined, Can you hear loves voice above the distraction, influence, and pride?, I will have no part in the collective ideas, because love wins every time, And when you stop comparing, love will still be there to see, Put down your books, get in touch with yourself and face the reality.