In Church...

My desires are two layers deep, chewing at each other in a catch twenty-two.

I want to be free, to let everything go, to leave on my own.

I want to be wanted, to be begged away from leaving.

The strength for release is built by the fortitude in containment.

If I left, whether by movement or by finality, would it matter? Would anything stop?

If I stayed, would I get anything I wanted, would I find an answer?

If I leave, would anyone care that I've gone?

If I stay, will every choice I make be wrong?