Control

I am controlling
all the wrong things.

I have a little black book
that I put the wrong things inside.
It's even the wrong little black book
with the wrong system of numbers
instead of letters.

I control my eyebrows too.
I have little black tweezers for that.
I control my eyebrows while I am controlling
all the wrong other things.

Control does not spread,
it goes against the tide.
Control is highly futile,
just like the things I cannot control.