No more pushing around

I am like a piece of paper

Swaying in the wind.

I like to go where the drift carries me

And don’t like to be pinned.

I ebb and flow with life

With no plans whatsoever.

Ask me what I’ll do tomorrow

I’ll shrug and not say something clever.

I am clean and transparent

With no agenda on my mind.

If you don’t understand me

That’s your problem, not mine.

You have constantly pushed me around

And everywhere I have gone.

I need to put a stop to this

Constant, messing around.

So, what’s going to be different

Starting now, you ask.

I don’t have a plan

But know for sure I won’t be pushed around.