I thought I was the only one who was beguiled by you,
but there were many more like me, under the same skies hopelessly lost in your thrall.
I thought I was the only one who fully knew the scheming bitterness in your sweet coated words and still chose to believe,
but there were many more like me, who saw the thorns girdled about you, and still chose to welcome your embrace.
I thought I was the only one who when betrayed by you in one, gleefully moved in search for a different version of you in another,
but there were many more like me, who rise after being broken by you in one, and still seek healing from you in another.
I thought this malady was an upshot of my youthful vim and naivety, but there were many more like me, in their prime of age and seemingly sophisticated, yet they willfully fell into your mischievous plots.
I thought I knew you so well, But I’ve come to realize, in all my knowledge of you, there’s still more to you, that am yet to grasp.
I’m left to wonder at how well you hold such a big wide world as ours to ransom at your finger tip. the Divine one, did not bluff when he called you the greatest.