who holds the keys
to my destiny
i need them back
i've tried to guide
my life's course
buts its on track
for failure of the
worst kind
i've lost my sense
of living, of breathing
love is becoming
a verb in past tense
i thought i had
everything under
careful calculation
adding, subtracting
the parts with
marked adulation
yet things
fall apart around
me, fast
things i saw
in the future
never come to pass
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