Illusions of Control

Too early for you and me
We stopped so quails
Could cross
It's not a lot
Clarity
Of all the words I need
Won't you say them all to me

Softening my approach
I try to make the most
It's not a lot
Parody of all the people we see
Everyone wants to be free

Elusive illusions
Delusions of grandeur
Illusions of control
Woven soul and soul