You can plan things all you want 

Make everything you do - a font

From which you shall then pull out

Those finer threads as you shout



Your schedule - and tell everyone

You are going here and there for fun

But when all comes apart at the seams

There are some who win and thus do beam



For we have taken the bull by the horns

And so we do writhe in ecstasy thru morns

As others travel around to visit friends

Realizing doing so - makes things dead ends



But 'tis alright as you've found your peace

As you've separated yourself from the leash

Which you did have strapped tight around neck

As you flitted about without any real check



On your reality - which was conceived in dire pain

And as you go on now - at least, you've not gained 

Any further recognition of pauses which did stagnate

As now you've developed further vision at t'other gates



Perhaps it's best you did change your great plans

For now maybe you've come to finding a great man

Who will give you everything you do want and need

Along with stability, patience and even good reads



Keep this whole new plan you've now re-engineered

And as you do - hold tight - as some can oversteer

And you could lose sight of the pre-visualization

Which you did employ and engage in at last station ...



But - if you do - then do not really worry much

For around next corner could be another fine touch

Waiting breathlessly for the moment of magic such

As WE have experienced - now we've shared our hutch.



- Tristram