In the quiet of the mind, control takes its stand,
A gentle whisper, a guiding hand.
It shapes the chaos, tames the wild,
A guardian’s voice, calm and mild.

Through storms of doubt, it holds the line,
A steady force, both firm and kind.
With every choice, a path unveiled,
In control’s embrace, dreams are sailed.

Yet in its grasp, we must not lose,
The freedom to wander, the right to choose.
For in balance lies the truest art,
Where control and freedom never part.

So let us dance with gentle grace,
In the harmony of time and space.
With control as guide, and heart as muse,
A symphony of life we shall produce.