Soggy

sabotaged by so many future plans of mine

wanting to work out what would have been just fine

peace, tranquility and a happy life crushed by one phone call

I feel my pyramid of plans crumble and fall

what to do next in this perfectly planned arrangement of life

crying for what could have been, I need to happy days ahead

longing for the courage to get through what I dread

standing up tall like 100 year old pine

so many new choices up to me to define

poor little me, said like a child without a toy

sun rises and I feel hopeful and perhaps a little joy

we cannot plan anything for it all crumbles at our feet

the earth tends to rock to a different beat