No control



Free to be your slave


We put a lot of stock

In self control

Make a virtue

Out of an illusion

When the truth is

If you’ve never lost control

You’ve never let yourself live


Never fallen in love

Love has nothing to do with control

Love is free fall without a parachute

Love is a madness agreed upon

There is no room for control

In the poppy fields of love

And the moment

The very second

Control is regained

Love begins to end

To wither

And die

There is no virtue in

Self control

In the lies we tell ourselves

Just to believe we have

Free will.








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