And yet we try

And yet we try

We believe we can control

And change the way we feel

Delay it to another hour

Adapt it to another need.

Loose it for another day

Find it just before the meeting’s meal.

But our feelings won’t obey our mind

Or follow in our planned design

They carry us beyond our dreams

And invade our every space and time.

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