what will be will be

A ramble-poem about control or the lackthereof. 

what will be
will be.
but what about
my agency?
what about
my passion for action?
what about
controlling what i can control?
and what does that even mean?

i wish i could let things be,
i wish i could have faith in
what will be,
in knowing that things
happen for a reason.
in knowing that things
will work out the way
they're meant to.
but what if i want them
to work out a certain way?
what if i want to have a say
in what will be?

i have to let go —
to relinquish the idea
that i can act —
because the alternative
is deluding myself
into thinking things
are in my control
when they are not.

what will be will be
and what will not be
will still be.

seasons (waiting on you) - future islands