There are things I hold, and things I must release,
The storm within, the calm that brings me peace.
One hand on the wheel, the other in the air,
What I control is fleeting, what I don’t is rare.
I shape my thoughts, but not the winds that blow,
I choose my path, though where it leads, I don’t know.
The heart beats fast, but time it marches slow,
In letting go, I find what makes me whole.
The paradox of power, the freedom in restraint,
What I command is fragile, but love is faint.
I chase the sun, but never catch its glow,
The world beyond me turns, yet still, I grow.