Drug of choice, control.
It’s just an illusion but I like it.
Plans laid out adequately, regulated, contemplated, meditated over.
Everything better go my way.
Exactly how I say.
Annoyed at disruptions, deviations, additions, subtraction, I’ll divide.
Separate myself when counting every drop of water first doesn’t happen before sailing.
Outlines are pillows, blueprints are divine, itineraries are blessings, straight lines a perfect find.
God laughs at me.
Chuckles so sweetly.
I ask for every event in advance so I can prepare, he bursts out in laughter, my face intense, haha I squeeze through tight lips, place my life story on the desk by morning.