In the shadows of our minds, control takes its stand,
A dance of power, with an invisible hand.
Whispered words guide each step we take,
Balancing freedom, a delicate give and take.
The chains are gentle, yet their grip is tight,
Holding us close in the darkest of night.
We seek to break free, yet fear the fall,
In the silence, we hear control’s call.
Like a river flowing, we carve our own way,
Yet the banks hold firm, keeping us at bay.
The illusion of choice, a comforting veil,
As we navigate lifeâs intricate trail.
Embrace the paradox, the dance we must learn,
In the balance of power, we find where we yearn.
Control and freedom, forever entwined,
In their harmony, true peace we find.