control.

she sighed, and the mist parted.

she cocked to her head to one side,
and the landscape tilted, trees and dark
houses with bright windows sliding
into deep, shadowed lakes.

control
           was something she couldn't live without
yet never possessed.

it fooled her into thinking
she could do whatever she pleased,
                                                       but really
she was a prisoner
of decisions she made
under the influence of others.

never free, forever chained to the mere
concept of power she can
never have.