in rhythm

Everyone says it will hit you when you least expect it

It will come and you'd have no say

Just who the heck makes the rules

Who do I need to bribe to make it go away?

 

I'd like to think I'd have more control

I'd like to believe I'd have a say

When it comes to the matter of the hearts

It's out of your hands anyway

 

But we seem to move about in droves

Without noticing, we complied

We walk in rhythm amongst everyone else

Not having to stand-out on each stride

 

What does it take to break-off the mold

What does it require to be free

Will it come down to me being hurt

For you to be able to notice me

 

Will brokenness be the key

For someone to come and fix me

When all the while you ought to know

It doesn't require another to be set free

 

The heart is its own ruler

The brain its own master too

Though both work independently

Somehow it jives so perfectly

 

So why is there no control over

When the heart says, yes to thee

When the mind says otherwise

In the end the heart wins over sanity

 

When will I understand this potion

This masterminded magical event

So when it happens, yet again

I'll have some control over the uncontrollable current