Today’s lyric prompt is:
There was more than one who asked what he thought his destiny to be.
At first he was puzzled as to why anyone would ask such a question.
Just to be me he would say, as that was enough for him.
But the woman who first loved him had other ideas.
She saw the good man, she saw his strengths, she craved his attention, if only he could perform in bed, do more around the house and earn more money.
She felt good being around him, socially he was a catch; people thought she had done well.
The last thing she wanted though was a man who had a mind of his own.
She set to work to mould him into a likeness not unlike her father
She suggested subtly at first where he could change his behaviours
A little more adventure in the bedroom, a little more attention to household chores, a little work after hours to enable her the luxuries she thought her entitlement.
She believed if she kept at him, humiliated him as often as she could then he would see the light, change into a likeness she craved him to be, one where she could manipulate his strings and give her what she wanted.
But he rebelled and she punished him, cut him off, cast him out created from the shell she’d made of him a social misfit.
But no matter how hard she tried to erase him from her mind he remained the one she couldn’t tame.
Where he spent his days in troubled isolation, unsure if he possessed any qualities a woman might entertain.
She wondered if she’d treated him better, would their lives have turned out different.
Where he was happy in his freedom, she languished through affairs and a sham of a marriage, always burning a candle in her heart for him.