When planning the perfect life
When making all the steps
fall gently into place
and making sure that every detail
was just so
Who would have guessed
that little of it really mattered
?
I mean family matters
and career
and what we spend our time giving
but other than that
it can all be washed away
and no one really understands
all that has passed in front of these eyes
Who would have guessed
that the essence all changes
at the stroke of a pen
At the decision of another person
who all of a sudden becomes the powerful force
over a life of perfection
and real substance
Is that the irony here
?
To not let that person
or that force actually define anything
?
To take the control back
to take the essence back
To never ever allow anything to creep in
and take control of anything
as long as you are breathing
?
I think that is the essence here
To not let anything touch your soul
to not let anything else define you
but you
I believe that I am getting there
After the judgment of the masses
and the ridicule that is not fair
or just
you end up with the essence creeping back in
and your head is high
and you know that all that matters
is still left
and it is as solid as ever
