Control is a great illusion
A movement of action
And the control is gone
If it ever was
We are just moving on a sea
Of strong emotions and actions
The storm brings us home
Eventually by the end of the day
The Sea
Pure Reason
Are we lost among
Our emotions
Trapped in thinking
Destructive thoughts
And then everything
Changes eventually
By being out of the clouds
Of bad relationships
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Equation
Trying to determine
The loss
Why?
Because I need to know
In order to go on
In order to understand
What is happening
Maybe to be able
To change course
Eventually
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Ratio
Trying a rational approach
To emotions is like
Speaking about
Poetry to a drunk
Monkey at midnight
Eternal dusk is the
Result
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