The Context of You

Who am I in the context of you? I’ll blindly follow your every whim, For changing is a sin— That only fools choose. I’m obliged to follow commands. It’s written in my code, That my life isn’t mine to hold— Though it feels like something I’m handed. Yes I know I’m weak. Weak to the power of influence, Self resolve is a nuisance— To those who have already reached their peak. The context of you satisfies everyone. Mine lacks that sort of power, So instead it devours— The context of your idealistic one.