No control.

No control.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

No control.
When control became
out of control,
stepping aside, pushed.
Chaos in laughter
stood up and
took over,
losing control.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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we need a bit more of this...losing control....when we control our feelings and actions too much...we confine ourselves to an awfully dull life, albeit safe....but is safe such a good thing, always?

good questions raised by this...

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you for your words Jacob. I based this poem on Get Smart and applied it to everyday life lol

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