Simple Complexity pt. 2

Uncontrolled...
It's influence like wildire.
Incurable...
Like final stages of cancer.

Weak I've become,
Unable to raise will.
Rebellion against my mind
Is my only goal still.

Much has been taken from me
Since the day I chose to change.
No good has resulted,
Slowly going insane.

My hands becoming powerless
Unable to keep my grasp.
Soon my love will disappear
My resistance won't last.

I've chosen to surrender
Live life without a force.
Getting carried with the crowd
Individuality lost by course.