Control Of Awareness

Prone to chaos
as one cares
all the happenings
always there,
never planned
but aware.

In what way do we plan
to where it succeeds,
complete success?
Impossible
What’s a such thing
Control?

What way to plan the rain
that way to plan the sun
people, we are
come to run
in ways of pain.

As one
we have thoughts as one,
everything together
but the order not as one
why is it more?

Belief.
Is one's belief,
good enough,
is one's belief,
true?

That in some way,
we have control.
Can we control the sadness that comes with rain?
One simple says,
Just change.
Happiness shouldn’t be seasonal,
right?

Ever notice
how one feels
in the weather that shines,
or in the weather that rains?
How one chooses to eat their meals,
affects their day.

Can we control our happiness with the sun?
Do we hide it,
to be in sadness?
Do we unleash it,
And spread madness?

How have we come to believe,
believe in such things.
Is there any truth,
to what will it bring.
We’re left to grieve,
Suffer,
Relieve.

Shouldn’t we
everyone
be aware to, who we are
to become.
To chose our future
doesn’t it have to do with us.

Why be brought so much harm,
how should one invade,
we’re all human.
We know how it cuts like a blade,
where’s our safe place,
is there a room in?

Harm.
It happens more
everyday for one.
In some,
Worse than others,
if so much only to one,
why not elsewhere
Or anyone.

Elsewhere to harm another
tear them into pieces
only to be as a shredded paper.
Which has become
And is one's reality.
Some say love can fix a broken heart,
can it fix a broken one,
give it a kick start?

It’d need tape or glue,
is love our glue?
The glue to fix us as new
how are we to come together,
without any glue?
To be one?
To be whole?

Is there a strong type,
glue that is withstandable.
To insure our unity
how do we be sure,
can we ever?

Are we a community
if there’s no one to glue?
No one to pick us up,
And put us together again.

Truth is a lie
in every way.
Never is there a tie
it always comes out,
never to stay
the not is a state,
indeed it is
one not to trust.

I stay shredded.
Where’s my glue,
I’m in a million pieces
What do I do?
I just sit on ones floor
in ones room,
with nothing more for me to do.

I have no legs
no way to walk,
I just crack like an egg
no one to talk.
The pieces,
the cracks,
it’s my reality
and a fact.

All I need is one
I need you.
Be the one to glue me
or rip me into more shreds
but how could I,
I don’t want to be seen,
not like this, not ever.
How can I be sure
that they won’t just be mean?

That one, you,
must stay blinded,
no soul should have to see me.
Who could stay standed
my state isn’t visited,
who would want to visit,
It’s me.

I lack any paths,
all of me does
do the simple math