False roles

Comfort arises when dealing with routines of daily life
They become habits and provide a bulwark from strife
We start relying on certain things showing up always
And the absence starts to cause us a subtle distress

We seldom think of our lives before their advent
Our proclivity for creating attachment is immense
More than the object it is attachment that is dear
We hold onto our web of attachment out of fear

The fear is not that of losing the object of desire
But in its absence we are forced to look interior
And the fear is about what will face us in truth
We are unwilling to enjoy our inner divine fruit

Turning away from our true role as Creator
We assume false roles of spouse and lover
And profess ourselves to be in a state of bliss
While truth waits till we give up our deceit