No Control from Bright Again by Andy Klingensmith

Something in the words we choose
makes the things we say come in twos
Which do you wish that I prefer?

Somewhere in the things I do
lies a little tiny piece of you
But I am sweeping up my mind

And suddenly I am speechless
I try to know, but I just guess
For anything I remember
is just a dead fire's ember
Now raise your hands to the heat

And yet as though we both met
because we were let
Allowed to forget
I think if I had just blinked
the chains wouldn't link
But what do you think?

I have no control, over me
and we do as we're told, why do we?

And suddenly I am speechless
I try to know, but I just guess
For if I still see the sunlight
then everything will be just right
Now raise your hands to the heat

There's fate but that's just a wait
A key with no gate
A line much too straight
And though the things that we know
are not fading slow
There's one place to go

But I have no control over me
and we do as we're told, why do we?

• Experimental
• Chicago