2b your love, is plain to see but not 2b

Becoming your projection is quite daunting

Prince, yes I am 2b, even during Purple Rain

2b a man that you want to discover, but

Discrepancy lies in the “I”(s) having a say

I was a man still past day after yesterday

So now I failed to reflect your aspirations

Infecting your goals by your judgments inflict

Labeling my love to be no longer a treasure

You stopped trying, but long for pleasure

Unaware of your object scheme and false dreams

Ghostbusting your plans and unworthy decrees

I am ME and that is all I ever wanted 2b

You saw clay to shape and sculpture like playdoo

Mismatched dreams with present love’s potentiality

You object to my pleading for you to change your conception

Getting off on the idea that you are manifesting …..

Unyielding in sharing love’s destiny of owning equally

I solely exist in your mind to make what you want happen

Captain sometimes but constant soldier of misfortune

Because the Jones’ are running faster than we was

Or girlfriend boast and toast vaingloriously abhorring

You want 2b just like that vicarious advertisement

Hell bent on projection your love 2b heaven sent

I repent and apply license to stopping your nonsense

As I no longer can be the Object of your Projections!