Planning

The last in the Hall of Volition series. It's not a conclusion, but it's about the danger of planning your life too precisely.

I Know

I know that door that is to be mine.

I run trying to find it.

I've been waiting for it.

I know what it is.

 

I keep running

Jumping over obstacles,

Even the ones that seem inviting.

I don't need them.

I know.

I've known for years.

I've planned this.

 

I kept running faster and faster.

Not bothering to stop to breathe

Or to stop and admire other doors.

I know which is mine.

 

I look left and right,

Still not seeing The One.

Keeping running, I told myself

No distractions.

 

At last I see it.

My door is beautiful.

I stare at it for a moment in awe.

I opened it, in even further amazement.

This is what I want.

Suddenly I feel an odd surge,

Someone might come and take my door,

Steal my dream from right under my door.

So I closed the door

I didn't need any other doors.

This is mine, I know it,

I have been longing for it for years.

 

I take a good look around and smile

And then frown

Things are missing.

This isn't what I wanted.

I thought I knew

No!

I knew I knew

 

I turn back in fear

The door is locked

I pushed and banged,

The door wouldn't budge.