There really is no place that I can hide?
No stone, no home that you won’t overturn?
You’ll follow me along a lifetime ride,
of highs and lows and blessings I have spurned?
At times, this thought inspires me with wealth.
I see the blessings of your charity.
In others, I am fearful, overwhelmed;
in knowing that I need be overseen.
Why cannot I live life as I see fit,
without the glaring gaze of watchful eyes?
That way I do not feel I’m in a pit,
with you above to praise me or chastise.
To follow me wherever I may go,
is not a comfort but a bed of woe.