The controlling controller roams in
her controlling world, thinkinking highly
of the crazy cool adventurous odesseys
she embarks on.
Her blanket is her cape to escape
from the pressing plight that never
fails to cautiously follow her.
The tea she sips slowly serves
as the warmth that is dearth. WIth a pinch
of chamomile, canella, or cloud & mist and a
teaspoon of sugar that is sweet,
makes problems fade.
She stares at the lingering night
wishing upon a star to go to Mars
to discovers all that is unknown.
As she shuts her eyes to go to sleep
after working restlessly on her homework she begins
to define that that there is more to lines and fines
that constantly invade her mind.
Thus the conrolling controller will continue
to roam in her world to shape the dreams
that seem to one day be her reality.