I'm not controlling! Oh really? Is that why you try To tell me where to do it When to do it How to do it And seek to Question and accuse Why I do it? It seems you're the boss The ruler and dictator And I am the servant Over whom you lord yourself As you demand and give commands Tell me what needs to be done And then instruct how to do it As if I as an adult were clueless On the contrary my darling dear For I too have a brain and hear The tone barking forth from your voice The edge with which you condescend The harshness and abrasiveness With which you seek to make others bend Bow, comply, and cater to your whims Your wishes, your ways, all the day Any less would ruffle your feathers Harden your heart like dry old leather Cause complaining and your emotions tether Because your personhood and identity Are deeply engulfed and most attached To what you do and how well you do it You're a human doing more than being Hence you bulldoze over others naturally Carelessly, callously, and most blindly As you head full force to the finish line Got to get everything done hurriedly in time No time to enjoy the process and have fun God forbid anyone breathed and laughed Put any being into the task of doing This would be too personable it seems For then you would lose control Uh, not inwardly know what to do? How to lighten up and interact? Don't think too much, this is a fact Therefore release the tension and control Rest in unconditional love and acceptance From God above and be made whole.