In the vast expanse where thoughts entwine,
We hold the reins, our fates align.
With steady hands, we guide the course,
Through tempests wild, with steady force.

The world may twist in random guise,
Yet in our hearts, the beacon lies.
A gentle tug, a subtle steer,
We navigate through doubt and fear.

Control is not a rigid chain,
But rather flows like gentle rain.
It nourishes the seeds we sow,
And in its care, our spirits grow.

So hold the threads, but hold them light,
For in their dance, we find our might.
In balance, grace, and measured stride,
Control and chaos both abide.