Could it be said ?

Could it be said?
That it's all in the head
Or is your mind working overtime
Trying hard to change things for the best
When all things want to be left
Left as they are not different in anyway
Shape colour or form
Right through their life's
From when they were born
To the day they are torn
From this world
Kicking and screaming
Holding on to the end
Like the miser to his money
And the bee to his honey
Not wanting to bend.