Life is, as it pans out.
Controls you, not other way around.
Fairy tales are for books,
Draped in music, deceiving by looks.
The more you think, dwindles the known.
The more you live, unfurls the unknown.
Your mind continues to play games,
But say no more, hurl no blames.
That which you manifest is before you,
The rest is a dream, more than you can chew.