I like to pretend
That I'm in control
Of all the strings and strands
Sometimes clips and rubber bands,
How they pull
And where they lead,
Where can I cut
Where do I add a knot,
100 miles per hour says the speedometer
And I'm pushing
Thinking that I will
Steer clear
Of a sudden wall
Or will I ram?
Which is easier
If I'm clearly
Not the pilot
Of my life,
What is this
A false sense of?
Do I lie
To make myself believe,
Or do find truth
In the mirage?

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