I am out of control…
Like a boulder descending a mountain slope
Like a runaway truck on an icy highway
Like a burned-out stage of a spaceship falling from the orbit.

I am out of control…
The truth is I’ve never in control
but it is hard to part with the illusion.
It is hard to give up the comfort
and accept one’s own insignificance.

I am out of control…
Is it because I use too many words to describe my own destiny?
Or is it because the world has too many rules that I refuse to follow?
Or maybe because reality is just a comatose dream of a spineless quadriplegic?

I don’t know the answers
but one thing is clear:
I am out of control
because I am free.