He tells me when to eat.
He tells me when to shower,
When to sleep.
He tells me when I need to breathe.
He dictates me.
I reluctantly oblige,
Only with some slight hesitation.
But no matter what,
I follow the order.
He has my obedience.
I can feel the vibrations of his command
Ripple through my body.
They tell me to move,
And move is what I do.
His words has impact.
Feeling their echo,
Even though time has passed.
They’re always a reminder
As to what to do next.
He is organized.
He tells me when to think,
When to get up,
To run around.
He tells me when to hold my breathe.
He controls my body.
But I do not think
Of ever defying his rule.
You don’t not bite
The hand that tells you when to chew.
He has complete command over me.
I feel it in my bones
As they slowly whither over time.
But he does not care,
For he tells them to age.
He manages my life.
I cannot stop
His dominance over me,
For people see the effects,
But also share the consequence.
He governs us all.
We have all fallen,
Willingly into his sovereignty.
There’s nothing to stop
Our crash with inevitability.
He tells it when to come.
This road shall come to an end,
But only when he says.
His hands guide my own,
Never leaving his path of sway.
He maintains —