Give up this battle that you are fighting for control

Control’s an illusion; craving it makes you un-whole

Forget your timetable, your alarm and your schedule

Face the fact that following routines is for the fool

A fool who believes that he has got some say in his life

He doesn’t, and neither do you, so, stop with this strife

Let the cards fall where they may, let the people say

What they’re good at, that is, their fair share of nay say.