Planning is your game, your obsession
being very provident you're always planning in details
sadly enough, your life doesn't obey your plans
it hurts to know this and being taught the hard way
those uncalled-for waves of misery ring you down
you war with them, but never win, each wound hurting
as to the elements of adversity, all of them multiply
also they ignore you, and didn't you hear a chuckle?
Fate may even laugh at you and your plannings
at night you rob yourself of sleep counting your war wounds
and still, you're not dumb, not even close to dumbness
With no way out you ask yourself: "What can be done?"
The silence echoes your question
then the answer resounds in your heart:
"The only plan that works is to stop planning in details"
a foreign thought to you, but as you sink into it you feel relief
your sense of duty shifts, you let go and float away with Fate
that's when Lady Luck smiles at you, showering you in gifts
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-08-27 11:19:55
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