I cannot control others. That Is Not My Job…
Not my children nor anyone else I might know.
If I try to inflict my strict will, as I must,
I will lose such a battle; I’ll gain their mistrust.
I do suck as a parent. Most kids tell me so.
If I don’t deal with this, my own heart I will rob.

It defies natural law to make anyone change.
It cannot be done, in fact. That’s a good thing.
The laws of the universe dictate the ways
Each and every earth creature engages their days.
I respect that we’re not in some dank triple ring.
The ideal of performance will grow the heart strange.

I can’t control others, but what I can do
Is create a reality I can control
Where my soul is the beast, and my will is the hoop
And the circus crowd turns out to be a tame group.
I am not the performer, nor is that my goal.
One could say I’m the student. My teachers are you.