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.