trying to control what you do not understand, it is fear!
release me! from Yours
you have no control, besides of your
self, though you have No, self control
so you over-control, but even that
doesn’t give you more control
trying to control what wasn’t meant to be, controlled
is force, an abusive one
I reflect that your spirit is remote
on an island, you’ve casted it out
but it should function as your inland
compassing your mainland, as your controller
aligned with the compass of heart
then you would arrive from inside your head
as your mind will follow
offering up its control, placing you
the real of you, the real in you
the real you, in control
you have lived, out of control
your believed control-the illusion of permanence
truly possessing nothing outside of you
be captained by a heart in harmony, with your spirit
and your tongue will ride along
speaking trueness
creating freeness
and you shall become, less controlled
by the impermanent you believed, you controlled
unleashed from the binds of abuse
as force inherits the natural energy of
spoken word
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