The Plan

I jotted down a plan and made note
Great words, I spoke, great achievements I hoped
I lived, laughed and loved in picture perfect form
but then came a drizzle, some rain, a storm

I hid from hidings
following into lunacy with the moons tidings
riding my mule into the world with which I was colliding
to awaken scared in despair
a horror in air, a million eyes to every stare

I bear the brunt of sickness
to my plan I am my only witness
life is good but was it not great?
sometimes we substitute plans for the mistakes we make

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