They fear the unknown and
They hate the unknowable.
They answer questions without questioning answers.

Greet you with a plastic face,
Face their life with an iron fist,
Fractured heart with manufactured joy.

Predictable is comfortable is predictable.
Cage the dragons, vanish the chaos!
Make life safe like a roller coaster.

Lock it down!
Label it right!
Get it figured out tonight!

The controllers know, but never show:
All their efforts end in pain, and
Misery is the only company.

Instead of letting go and
In place of looking in, they
Indulge in vanity-insanity:

“I can’t hold it all, so let’s pretend.”