Resistance sometimes comes in sweetly and you don’t even know it is resistance.
Graceful, with no legs, he stands in front of me and says
Yes, I am very interested in you
Hey wait a second, I think
Where are the decisions made?
Under my hat indeed
And behind my big nose
I look at him again
He is a cut winged angel
Tickling the sky when he tries to fly
Look at the flying orbs I tell him, to make him angry
And I start backing up