Under control

under control I extol myself of virtues written in your shoes soles creeping any way that I don't choose. under control yet overbearing are the masks I end up wearing each path wrought in tears of stone I lose; I am alone under control overanalyzed, feelings, reelings, gentle eyes concealing some imagined things Am I naive? or dumb? under control and overwhelmed I walk the minefields of my realm tiptoeing past the traps I set myself. under control and over a barrel I wrench away from useless peril I wonder how long my grip must hold while I maintain this under control. Mark Burton Thursday, February 9th, 2006, 8:07 P.M.