My plans, I had them laid out. All nice and clear and straight. In bold clean ink, I wrote them. But then, along came fate. They were tumbled, crashed, knocked over, Bruising deeply as they fell. Each way I turned now blocked me in, They’d formed a living hell. I tried to rearrange them, Rebuild my shattered dreams, But they cut my hands, tore my arms, And muffled all my screams. Broken down and fainting, I knew I had no hope. Till somewhere up above me, There simply dropped a rope. Desperate for my freedom, I grabbed at it to flee, The rope, it wasn’t strong enough. It broke and I fell free. The darkness it encompassed me. Complete, and black, and thick. I bowed my head and gave up. My heart soon slowed its tick. I know You have a purpose, Designed a perfect plan, But sometimes I can’t see it, Since I am just a man. I feel so often shattered, Helpless to fix my life, Surrounded by my upset goals, A path
