Control

What happens
When the body stops listening
When the brain is preoccupied
With stuff that doesn't matter
No one considers these thoughts important
Least of all you
But none-the-less you have them
And they won't stop
When a simple task
Like walking or talking
Takes so much effort
That you cease to bother
And at some point
The smell of urine
And feces is so great
That everyone else
Stops as well
You lay comatose
Wondering
How you lost control