the clocks the calendars the agendas
schedules plannings appointments
rules planning order as mathematic
life shaped by the path so specified
like in concrete cement from the start
all the way to the black wall at the end
sidetracks all them avoided and ignored
temptations moved out of the equation
desires needs wants all calculated
yet stranded away from the finish afar
slipped out of that the narrow pathway
as the sign keeps flashing battery low
"a wellplanned life" © 2013 Rob Knetsch
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