Washing Machine Head

My head was like a washing machine, this way, that way, this way, that way. ~ Esti

Indecision, oscillation,
should I this, what of that,
he'll get mad, that's not right,
I don't want to but I should.
Head rocks one way, back again,
try to please, keep the peace,
don't let on I'm full of fear,
keep the wolves outside the door,
make them happy, looking good,
fix the world, hold it on track.
Enough. Stop the fuss.
When I reach out, release control,
admit I can't run the world
then the turmoil settles, and I rest,
doing the next right thing,
at peace with life.