Like this like that

I used to think these words came from me therefore they were me
These words are not me and never can they be
They just flow
From a form withing the formless
The formless that sees the form in it's entirety
Yet is it all the same
Like the stain on the cloth
Like the ship and the dock
Like the water and fire
Like the saint and the robber

Control is a force that dares you to fight with
In every nook and every cranny it is there
Gripping everything in vision
Like a stone demon
Born when I do not know
There's one date that can be discovered
And that is it's end
All it takes is your willingness