To control is to squander
And chance to wander
And leaves out any room
For a spontaneous boom
For if I were to ponder
About every little blunder
My mind would be stuck
In a constant state of yuck
The world would be set in darkness
My eyes not able to see
Myself never to be free
Because, to control is to seep
Every possibility from the weak
The people should be able to leak
All of their happiness into the streets
And if you were to say
"Not today"
We could all scream
That we don't come in peace
We came to take back
This control that you have hacked
This power you've consumed
The choices you've pursued
And the lives left in ruin
For, the people want it back
They want their power left in tact

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Consequences of a deep mind
ПоэзияA book of shower thoughts, Deep thoughts And poetry.