I never promised to go where you led
With the blind belief of a burdened beast,
My feet following any path you made.
We are not a fated twining, our threads
Spun and woven to oneness, west and east
Meeting and weaving seamless in a braid.
You, unfit to bridle wildness to tread
Steady and smooth enough to press its feet
Into unbroken ground; ask me to wait,
And I will, forever, and leave unsaid
My resistance to following your lead
Down any road, no matter how well-paved.
I never promised to go where you led;
I will find you, love, my own way, instead.