Only a Fool All in my head A hellish road No medicine that helps Or relief of load. Just time standing still While passing too quick… Reaching crossroads No direction to pick. Flirt with sanity Ignore the plea Control is for the fool What will be – will be. Share this:TwitterFacebookRedditEmailLike this:Like Loading... Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.