Control

Pills crushed on the ground
By inadvertent steps
I sit on the bathroom floor
Staring at the dusty remains

Should I stay evasive
Before my tired mind
Or look it in the eyes
And knock the scenery down

Just a mere coincidence
Or a real sign of fate
I need to take my time
I need to concentrate

Arms crossed on my chest
I look for a little warmth
Inhale, hold, exhale
These shivers have to stop.