Control
They say that your life
is in your hands
and those hands
carry your future,
but in reality
that future
reflects your past
and in actuality,
that past reflects where you stand.
Whether you achieve, succeed, leave or lead
or whether you fail, mistake, hesitate or recieve hate
that future is not in your hands, indeed.
It isn't so much of what you read or heed
who you meet or what you need
it's more of what you did, read, and who you met
because your future isn't in your hands afterall
it's more of who it is you actaully are
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