Sam S.Slait


Control 2


If I lose control,
I lose a piece of me,
I lose my sanity,
I lose my mind.

Then what is left,
A heart without control it will give in,
I need to know what to expect,
Know how to prepare.

If I don't have control,
I have nothing left,
Nothing to try for,
With out control I have nothing.

With nothing I become nothing,
And nothing I shall remain,
Control is what I need,
To live, breath, or even have a life.

How can one control his life,
The outcomes he encounters,
How can he control the people around him,
Is it even possible.

But what is possible,
To control ones life,
The people in it, I need some control,
Know what to expect,
Know what ot watch for,
Can't I trust, can't I have promises kept,
And have words stuck to.

Submitted: Monday, January 10, 2011

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