The sweat in your palms and continuous thoughts are the only results from control you have lost. You can’t beat your house, from blowing away, no matter how hard you stand in wind’s way. Thinking of all before shutting your eyes can only amount to torturous times. You toss and you turn, your mind fully awake, as you think of mistakes you worry to make. Teach your mind to just let it go; the end is far from yours to control. The worry consumes all of your head; turn off the switch and be open instead. Things land in their place, and out of place too, let them fall on the surface these things were meant to. Tomorrow will bring what it truly must should, and the worry created won’t serve any good. Let the breeze take the walls, and all else that it wants, for most things are things that you don’t need to count. You relentlessly worry to try and control all these things still destined to take place and unfold. Foolish are fools who think they can change the outcome of things that are out of their range. If the house blows away, simply wave it goodbye, lay down in the grass and have a good cry. Perhaps the wind will not blow it away, and you worried for nothing; life chose it would stay. You can huff, you can puff, but you won’t knock me down if my feet are cemently tied down to the ground.