Friday, August 25, 2017

King - Control

You have become entombed,
In your own hard, cold lines,
Built up from years of needing to control,
The turmoil deep inside,

There is a time and place for buckling down,
And living my a rule,
But stifling life energy all the time,
Leave your interactions distant and cool,

This is a call for you to loosen up,
No one can live this way,
Maintaining coldness a asking those around,
'Hi, how are you today?'
You must ask more,
Truly feel the other,
Let go of the control you hang on to,
Otherwise you mayn't even bother.

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