The danger in losing control
The fear that something or someone would have you so bound
So tangled and convinced that it was right when it was wrong
And then realizing the wrong, or left alone and surprised
Whether it’s good or not, it’s safe in a way
Ignoring hope
Standing at arms length incase closer would steal control
Perhaps it wouldn’t
But if it did, the strong would be gone
The dancer alone
Spinning that grew faster would have no steady hand
Nothing to stop at, no hint at direction
Which would be fine if there were surety
Constancy in being free
The thought of maintaining control
To keep from depending on what might not be there
The safety in distance
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