Resistance is energy wasted
Willful time spent in prison
If only the bars were always visible
This is still going on
You, me
We are alive
and briefly so
We ask, then
to love our limitations
to lose the desire for control
and instead
to graciously
submit to the natural course of events
as they unfold with or without our permission
We tell ourselves we are making choices
that have been made for us long ago
and we must let time speak through us
or mute ourselves in hopes of changing what?
These feelings of anger, jealousy, resentment
They seem real
and the moments grip us tightly
I pray for the perspective
that allows me to submit
submit
submit
there is no other way
there is no real power to hold
true strength is knowing
that I do not have control
and need not seek it
for such pursuits will turn me on my head
and laugh at me harder each time I try
