It's A Control Issue

I think I should be able

To control

The tiny microbes

In my own body.

To use my brain as general

To Marshall the troops

To fight disease.

I should be able

To will my mind

To exorcise pain

And vanquish germs.

I should be able

To get over this cold.

But I admit defeat

It's time to call in reinforcements

And make a Doctor's appointment.