One day you're certain of how things will be
Then you're bewildered
And robbed of your glee
This is what happens next
As the curtains are drawn
The stage of your life revealed
But the script is now gone

The questions in your eyes
"What's the meaning of it all?"
To which your heart replies:
"This is much less like a play and more like a grand ball"

The stage is now filled with song
All the cast of your play are now dancing
And you're itching to dance along
Now you can't stop your feet from their tapping

Soon enough you'll start to think
"Perhaps I'll write again"
With your reasons indistinct
"script may help this dance"
You so easily forget exactly how this ends

Inspired, rewired you calculate the steps
Each movement to the moment
An elaborate conquest
You find [bad word] in the orchestration
You must determine how the plot unfolds

Making rigid demands of your cast
They seem so unconcerned with the things you ask

Still they keep on dancing on
Just as though you don't have a say
In the choice of routine or song
And isn't it better that way?

This is what happens when you realize you're not in control
Some days you'll bear the load
And others you won't

This is what happens when you realize you're not in control
Some days you'll bear the load
And others you won't

This is what happens when you realize you're not in control
Some days you'll bear the load
And others you won't