CONTROL

We want so much to own it;
To think that we have a hand in defining our destiny;
It is a fool’s errand.
Try as we may, in reality,
The stars, the fates, God, or the gods
Plot what will confront us on our journey
Or more terrifying than that
Perhaps it is just a random spin of the wheel.

CONTROL is out of our hands
We try, we hope, we strain,
To grab it by the tail and wrangle it into submission.
Be clear; no matter what the plans, goals, promises
Life has its way of leading us
And not the other way around