Desire to control...

Desire to control -

Your work, your day, your life

Unable to let go,

It hurts you like a knife

Stabbed in the back -

The victim of desire

That cannot be fulfilled -

Control is out of reach

It burns you like a flame,

Consumes you like a fire

Your energy is wasted.

But who am I to teach?

 

Look for yourself:

You’re feeling so frustrated,

Your days are filled with sighs

And constant “Oh, I wish…”

You are a prisoner -

Your soul’s incarcerated,

What’s given’s not enough,

You want that other dish!

 

You’re nervous, you are stressed.

Ask why, ask where it comes from.

It’s not the life you want?

It’s pretty decent but..?

You load yourself with stuff

Yet nothing stills the chatter

And when it does calm down

You’re stuck in empty rut.

 

“Let go, let go!”  they tell you

“Go with the flow, relax…”

And when it isn’t working

You push it to the max -

You strive to reach perfection,

Your workload is for two,

You push in that direction,

There’s so much here to do!..

The burnout comes, you’re crashing,

You’re lost, you’re hurt, you’re sad,

And picking up the pieces,

You choose the latest fad.

 

Dissatisfied, unhappy,

You smile to save the face,

You choose intoxication,

Escape the daily race.

You laugh – a great pretender -

A master of this art.

You dream of life of splendour,

You’re worth it – you are smart.

You look at others: Lucky!

Their families are rich.

How come their lives are easy

And your life is a b..tch?

You strive, you fight, you struggle,

You don’t give up – not you.

So many tasks to juggle

And pleasures are so few.

 

Depressed and medicated -

All to regain control

You’re trying meditation,

The gym to keep you strong,

You change your job, your lifestyle -

New habits and new friends.

Your goal is to be happy

But pain , it never ends!

Your kids, they just won’t listen!

Your boss won’t let you live,

Your spouse doesn’t care.

You feel that you just give,

Give them so much but sadly

You don’t get back a lot.

You seek appreciation

But they, they just forgot.

 

You’re drained, you’re listless, empty,

Keep going, but what for?

Your life,  it isn’t working

And finally you fall,

And down there you’re thinking

When will this end and how?

I can’t control my life… but…

My death… I can… right now…

I choose the date and method -

A pleasing thought at last…

But guilt appears quickly

And tells you that you must

Take care of kids and parents.

No, you don’t have control!

A cry of pain escaping

The bottom your soul.

 

Now what? You’re trapped, you’ll have to

Survive somehow this way.

A bleak and gloomy picture.

And so you’re here today.

 

Where all these troubles come from?

Control’s not yours but whose?

Who has the real power,

The One who cannot lose?

You know the answer, don’t you?

The choice is yours to make:

To live filled with frustration

Or this new path to take.