They fear the unknown and 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 empty 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 knows no other company.
Instead of letting go and
In place of looking in,
Indulge they do, in vanity-insanity:
“I can’t control it all, so let’s pretend.”