I can see it over your head,
Looming and glooming,
Like a dark, ominous vortex.
You can hardly contain yourself.
Straining leads to draining,
Of senses and feelings,
They can’t decipher your codes,
So your clouds grow darker.
There’s a storm brewing on your horizon,
You’re gripping the sales and hoping for better weather,
But nobody ever taught you that it’s been in your control the entire time.
– BIATA, ‘self-control is a powerful thing‘