Sometimes, I wish it wasn’t so

That you should tease and haunt me; though,

I can’t say that I really find

Objections to you being in my mind —

For I could change, and leave you, yet

I haven’t — and, I’d almost bet,

That if I check back in a year,

And look inside my mind, you’ll still be here

For there’s a truth in this I must give voice:

That being passive is, at last, a choice –

And some obsessions are just roads we choose

When we’re determined to press on

And lose