Mastermind

Alone twiddling their thumbs, the chaotic mastermind sat in eternal quander of why they never really had any sort of control at all; Undisciplined and oblivious ringing in the air like bells the mastermind’s thoughts stood clamoring as he remained locked in silence; A safety net of disconnect; Chaotic Mastermind you’re not deep you’re flying; You’re not sharing a message you’re high; Quiet comes from peace with yourself Mastermind; Partying loud is just a distraction from all the noise inside your head; Be ok with alone twiddling those thumbs, there is nothing you need to ponder; Life just multiplies the mysteries; In the end you don’t control anything at all.