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On Those Nights
I sit here
Most of these nights
Writing what I think
Expecting a revelation
An epiphany by mere chance
Mistaking emotion for certainty
Yet I am certain of one thing
That only emotion is certain
We are but feeble youths
In an acient realm
Not of our creation nor subject to our control
Yet we expect control over life
We pursue our goals determined
Purely willing our control on the outcome
But to no yield, for we have no control
Control is merely the hallucination of our desire
Circumstances are what control us
Causing us our emotions, feelings, and ideas
The objects of our souls, our identities
Theses entities are constant
But still constantly warping, changing, growing
Why punish ourselves
Attempting to control what is beyond our reach
Why not instead pursue life, happiness, and love
Then might our anxieties, fears, and hate fall aside
Maybe the ride will be all that we need
