White knuckles cling tenaciously
We Have No Choice But To Comply.
Some bits and bytes of sound and light combine
CONTROL is my Achilles’ heel, you see; I like to think that I can call the moon.
In a dream I wrote a sonnet, then found everything was wrong.
pour from my soul unimpeded
Sometimes you take the wheel
even when letting someone else drive is easier.
Don’t ever think / unless MY think you think.