Have you ever sat down
let your thoughts go round
create a world of your own
only for fate to crash in
Reality is not welcome
nor is it accounted for
I checked that baggage
at the door when I pushed the imminent aside
You've created a perfect environment
one that welcomes progress
one that accepts forward motion
with one focal point tucked behind it all
Every plan has many moving pieces
each delicate and essential
serving a purpose of its very own
only to better the whole
But intentions fall
and plans burn in hell
And as many do
I shall return to the drawing board
Only to make another unsuccessful attempt
at what I have no control over
It's a process, a process that teaches
I must learn to master my emotions
Alongside self-control, trust accompanies it
Trust me, trust your own judgement
and trust will go far
as far as assurance will take you
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