These Plans
She crams
She crams
her notebook
full of plans
for the future
but the future
is forever
out of her hands
because whatever lands
her way
finds a way
of slipping away.
See plans
they mutate
forever
and forever
they frustrate!
Fine.
But this time,
Lord,
I can't afford
to be wrong.
Plans
are made to be broken
but they awaken
within one
ideas that spiral
into the abyss
and whisk
one away
to an unreachable place.
And still, everyday
in extraodinary ways
she finds a way
of living,
joyously
for special people
appear
everywhere
and they
make life
beautiful...
