Sefer

The problems with me are me,
The dilemmas of myself
Are my self. Your problems are
Yours, not made by you yourself.
Your confusions are like mine,
Apposite not opposite.
We're in this mess together

Never to get out of it
Except individually.
Oh, what am I writing? thought
God. These commandments can't work
But to perpetuate terms.
I meant to be a jealous
God of people, not their words.