A Thing Called Control

Reality is a nightmare, dreams are misleading, & love is tugging on my heart strings. I'm ready to wake up now, but I don't seem to be waking up. I'd rather bleed this hurt and heartache out then live with it just sitting there. It creeps into my bones & flows through my bloodstream. Everything I taste is bitter and the mistakes just sit there like the past, but they haven't been erased yet. I know I'll grow out of this, but I need to learn how to turn it all into the bliss that is needed at a time like this. I know that's it's taken me forever to get to this exact point, but isn't that what life is all about? Not rushing, but pushing through even if it takes forever? In the end we hear the pain is worth it, but worth what? What is the beauy hiding behind that misleading line? When do we find it and how do we fight it? Will it be worth every struggle, every ounce of sweat, and heavy breath? I guess it's a wait, and it's a wait we'll have to sit through even if that means death and judgment at heavens gate. We are the mold that we must hold and with that said it's what we're told. Moving on and letting go, it's something that is hard to do, but we do it to see what's at the end of the rope, what's at the end of what we hold onto. It's a hard fight and we put all of our might into it, and when the sound of giving in is so damn tempting we take a stand, because we've waited for that love that is down here on earth sent from the starry skies above. So make a wish.... Do you have it? Now let go, and take back your control.