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.”