Out of Control

There’s always someone

At the door,

But not the one

You’ve been waiting for,

And it feels weird

To bring an empty cart

Out of a shopping mart,

And have nothing

On your list checked off,

And to drive around

All night on a weekend

With a stomach

Running on nothing

But pure wanderlust;

Sometimes life has to

Happen the way it does

To keep the illusion

Of control alive.

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