What Keeps Me Sane
An element of mystery smudged with a smidgeon of pain
Front row seat sits surreal screwing with the syntax of my brain
Slivers of doubt that shoot straight up through the central vein
Sometimes, losing control is all that keeps me sane
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Gaze in the rear view as the years race past me in the fast lane
Blurred vision, seen through cheesecloth, deludes image I feign
Midlife calls a crisis as the lines of the story speak arcane
Sometimes, losing control is all that keeps me sane
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Not a shred of hope in the news report of nothing left to gain
Paper dolls cut a look-a-like chain, won't go against the grain
Antique dress form, cast for a princess from a distant reign
Sometimes, losing control is all that keeps me sane
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Looking for an easy ride, black and white, styled by Spillane
But the convoluted truth can't be bound by scripted constrain
Off the deep end or up in the clouds, our spirit will remain
Yet, still, sometimes, losing control is all that keeps me sane
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