Losing Control

Falling..
I'm falling..
Can't control where I'm going..
Why can't I do anything?
Am I really as burdensome as they say?
Why am I even here?
I should disappear..
Yes, into the formless being I've wanted to be..
The thing that causes no trouble, feels no pain..
Causes no hurt and can't get hurt itself..
Total peace and satisfaction I've granted their wish
And hope I've pleased them, as I have always lived to please..