Control
Good things come and go,
Sometimes I wish they would stay,
So I never have to feel like this again,
But then again would I be truly happy without the bad days?
Every day is unpredictable,
Just like people,
I try to plan out my day,
Yet I get nothing done,
It’s crazy how we try to control our lives,
When in reality we’re not in control at all.
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