Control From Uncontrolled Poem by Anirox Zorina

Are you to blame for thy uncontrolled?
With no strength nor power have you hold,
Like a stone on a hill you were rolled.
With no choice from your soul you were sold;
Neither for gold nor for wealth you were gone,
Only for thy uncontrolled, you were left alone.

Not to be blamed do possess some control,
Before you are uncontrolled, you were left with a broll;
From the skies, your demise near with a growl,
Towards you, like a blitz it will crawl.
Unfold thee frame and banish to far unknown,
With control, like a saint you will be known.

Who controls follows the path of his goal,
Destined to accomplish, he'll rest in his home.
The uncontrolled stumbles on his faults and fall,
Living low life in the grave like a gnome.