Whats the plan?

Oh no

here we go

yet again

my wrist hurts from repetitive strain

injury

and holding pens at awkward angles

I’d prefer to stop

and sink into a deep triangle

pose

the books lay closed

what to do now

what do you propose

Scared of failure

me

maybe

so I refuse to try

afraid I may actually take off

and fly

but that wouldn’t do

not for me

not for you

because I’ll change my mind

contrary yes

not unkind

truth is I simply do not know

what i want to be

once up i have grown

and I don’t think I ever will

who said we had to have shit figured out

i guess it was some aristocrat suffering from gout

penning down the ‘rules of life’

causing folk like me

unnecessary strife!