The Illusion of Control

The Illusion of Control

Spit in the dirt and tell me what you see

I’ll drink a cup and you can read my tea

Go look in your crystal ball and tell me I’ll be just fine

Light up some sage and cleanse me until my soul doth shine

I want some control over my conditions ya know

I just want to be told who is my friend or my foe

But none of that is real at all

There is no control

It doesn’t exist

We just fall

After all that was the plan all along

We would fall

Trying to figure out

What’s right and wrong

It’s an illusion this sense of control

A fairytale we tell ourselves to keep our soul

~ Serenity ~