Control

They’re losing control

so they’re losing their minds

they cling to old tools

cause they’re broken and blind

and repeating the lies

in whispers and echoes

in wind, waves, and tides

flooded with effort and

drowning the mind like

a fool on a slide

through the cosmic divide

grown men will cry and

kids try to hide while

pushed from the front

and pulled from behind

control

the spell comes from

no place like this

control

cast it back

to that hell where it sits

control

it’s not welcome

you cannot resist

control

there is seldom

an obvious fix

control

is like bliss and

like bliss is a wish

control

cast away like

the loss of a soul

control

cashed again like

the hash in a bowl

control

lacked again like

the patch on the hole when

they cover the truth like

we’re some kind of fools

kids say live young but

they work like they’re old

this paper is worthless  

it stands in for gold

which does not exist

they spent it, it’s old

control

can’t be rented

it’s bought then it’s sold

it’s rare as the air that we breathe

in this hole

and its cost is the lost sense of

gripping a hold as we’re

tossed into darkness

and tucked into the fold

control