Mind, body and soul,
Plagued with will to control.
Some want to be tall,
Others want to break their role.

Hearts, feeling and impulses,
You have to do as told.
Else they will treat you cold,
Leave you to rot. 
And lose your soul.

Kindness, stand out and bow,
Don't let the autonomous destroy your will.
Instead use that as your shield,
Enhance you, improve if you will.

Mind, body and soul,
Plagued with will to control.
I am nothing but a ball
Of nothingness.