Grasp

Simplicity is only as far away as your grasp to luxury is tight.

Control

Everyone knows where I should go, and none of them agree.
They've never seen inside my heart; it's hard enough for me.
I just want to do my thing--by that, I don't mean lazy.
My heart's alive for something that's not women, clothes, or money.
'Cause deep inside my veins is something burning up frivolity.
I'm turning toward creation from destruction rather slowly.
I think too hard too often, and my brain controls my heart.
I'll burn the things I own before they tear my soul apart.

Solitude

The lonely thoughts, in time, give way to peace and sometimes laughter.
But only when we let go of the things we think we're after.