Why must we always have control?
Our restless hands in everything
What is this need?
Can we just let things be?
What form must our lessons take?
Only to repeat the cycle again
Such an endless trend
Always screaming never again!
Only to stumble around the bend
Circling our burnt ideals
Blowing ashes where we feel
Only to cover the sublime
Hiding them from our searching eyes
Until we come the fork in the road
with a sigh
To the need of control
we say goodbye