I am Unable to Control the Universe

A poem about not being in charge. I am struggling and want to share the feelings.

My head is swollen - perhaps it's the weather?
Voices, vibration, modern technology beckons.
I am unable to control the universe.
Not neat, not tidy, just deluge
Where am I in all this? Just a tool in the toolbox.
I am unable to control the universe.
The wobbling stack of papers and mail totters in my direction.
They say I'm a hoarder, I'm just overwhelmed.
I am unable to control the universe.
I need to pee, to eat, to rest -
Could I perhaps have a moment to think?
I am unable to control the universe.
Silent, efficient, capable -
Be a cog in the machine that knows its place.
I am unable to control the universe.