~~~This poem/lyric is incomplete, I just wanted to get some feedback in what I have so far~~~

Do you feel the pull of out of control?

With bleary eyes and trail under-toe

The weights of life getting tossed aside

The heart of your being swept by the tide

Where you'll come, and where you'll go

Is soley decided by the reverend flow

so do not worry and do not fret

the almighty stream is of good happenstance

Wake up, all you dead

The best has still to be had

Your constraints, you heathens

A hunger for things thats never gone

In the end, after all said

Can any narrow be that well read?

The harp strings of peons

Ring hollow in the halls forever on