Control
...a self-analysis
So this is all there will be from now on,
since I've made up my mind to depart;
no more TV, no talking, no people, no fun,
no more girlfriends who play with my heart.
I'm a timid and tremulous creature,
always wearing my soul on my sleeve;
I can't for the life of me step on a bug
but I simply don't know how to leave;
how to leave things behind when they're done,
how to let go a friendship that's dead,
not to disinter love when it's all in my mind,
and take charge of my own life instead.
It's all just a question of balance,
why must I suffer such pain?
if I see life as good judgment, good sense,
then I'll get my control back again!
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2009
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