curbdrop out of grace

Pseudo Control

i have come to realize,
the movement to institutionalize,
this thing that no one can control.
so the naive never see,
the confusion bleeding from you and me,
the enemy we have come to know.

i see you,
i see her,
a passer by,
a thoughtless blur,
planted seeds,
soul unsure,
a restless mind,
the point obscure.

i have come to realize,
the reason why i ache inside,
is because of my need to control.
i need to believe the choice i make,
is the right one for the road i take,
may be a lonely one i walk alone.

but in the end how will i ever know?
but in the end how will i ever know?

i see you,
i see her,
a passer by,
a thoughtless blur,
planted seeds,
soul unsure,
a restless mind,
the point obscure.

posted by fillshe @ 9:21 AM