Senses

If only we could control them,

What? Our senses.

Tame them, over power them,

What? Our senses of course.

Conquer them, enslave them,

What? Our senses my dear.

We could be dynamites.

We could choose to see only the good,

Hear only the positive,

Speak whatever necessary,

Imagine a world like that,

Full of dynamites.

And one day I am sure I will be right.