Plans
Plans
every morning I wake up
filled with great plans
and I sit
drink my coffee
make my plans
lost in my thoughts
focused on the plan
then life happens
and my plans
go awry
thrown out the window
and in the end of the day
a man without a plan
is lost in inner space
Copyright © Jake Aller | Year Posted 2020
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