Clocks by Azoz7 on Deviantart.com

Control is a grand illusion that we cast
Within its shroud we dispel the shadows of doubt
But there are moments when its veil is pierced
And we realize our own powerlessness
Caught in the thrall of things beyond our control
Yet as we seek to reestablish the illusion
We are thrust into the quagmire
Of our insecurities and inadequacies
And we flounder for a foothold
To free ourselves from our fears
And the awareness our lives are not our own

Neil White, 2013