Fears losing power? Saturn-Mars battle

Saturn and Mars collide, a power’s fall. Fear’s icy grip, we give our all. We build our walls, of rigid stone. And fight to hold, what we have known. Authority’s grip, a fragile thread. We fear to lose, what lies ahead. Action surges, a desperate plea. To conquer all, eternally free. Yet doubt remains, a bitter sting. A constant fear, what time will bring. Control’s illusion, a fleeting dream. We chase its shadow, it would seem. Relationships strain, beneath the weight. Of endless fights, and sealed-up fate. Can we surrender, let it go? And find a peace, we long to know? Or are we bound, to fight this war? A melancholy soul, forever sore.

The clash of wills, a heavy toll. We seek to rule, to take control. Yet fear’s dark shadow, it remains. And whispers tales of endless pains. We build our fortresses, high and strong. But find ourselves, forever wrong. To think that power can be held. By rigid rules, and stories spelled. Can we release the need to claim? And find a peace, beyond all blame? Or are we destined to remain? In this lonely, power-driven pain.

The struggle for control’s embrace. A yearning for a powerful space. Yet every victory leaves us bare. A hollow echo in the air. We build our defenses high. And hide our vulnerabilities nigh. Can we find a way to surrender? And to a gentler path, to render? Or are we trapped in endless war? With ego and raw force, to the core.