Original image by JusTee


We are born to know you
Strengthen you
Build you
Control you.
Opportunity always open
Danger near
Pills and chemicals to help
Or Consequently destroy.
Chemistry often missed
In the courting effort
For power
The architect of fantasy.
Command slowly changed
Despite promise
Or time
Forgotten rules.
Yes I was to control You!
But like the moon with the waves…
It was really you. . .
Controlling me.

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