In the upper echelons
of my soul
I know I must figure out
the balance
Between in and lack
of control
I don't need the answers
When I don't pose the question
I don't need the pressure
When I'm not doing the pressing
Why think in terms of
Black and White
When we're a perfect shade of gray
Why think in terms of
Wrong and Right
When I only asked you to stay
I'm already a winner
If nothing goes farther
I'm already ahead
If this is to falter
of my soul
I know I must figure out
the balance
Between in and lack
of control
I don't need the answers
When I don't pose the question
I don't need the pressure
When I'm not doing the pressing
Why think in terms of
Black and White
When we're a perfect shade of gray
Why think in terms of
Wrong and Right
When I only asked you to stay
I'm already a winner
If nothing goes farther
I'm already ahead
If this is to falter