No Control
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Here I walk, alone,
Down a cobblestone road.
Here I walk, alone,
Left with my hollow thoughts.
Here I walk, alone,
Wondering what to do.
I can't go back home,
Not after what happened.
Could somebody take me somewhere pleasant?
It's all I have ever asked of someone.
How is someone to be omnipresent?
They cry "all hail the one and only son."
Puppet master you control me,
but I have no strings.
Press your button and you will see,
me move to a beat not meant for me.
My flow and direction,
are a misconception,
created by someone else.
