My mind may be out of control,
but the way I love makes it whole.
The confidence I lack doubles back,
but my feelings fend off any doubts.
My soul attacks intrusive thoughts.
My evolving perspective cools the jets
often too hot. Sometimes, it feels like
two people playing racquetball inside
my head. I can feel my body tense up.
My heart crashes against a worn chest.
What is out of control is out of my
control. No sense in worrying because
time is hurrying. No need to suffer twice.
The time will come and acceptance will
prevail. There are more seas to sail.
Out of control and into my soul. Life
will fall into place at the end of the race.