The Plan

Sometimes in life I just don’t know

where I am heading to

where my feet are going

where my head is leading

where my heart is 

my home 

my love

all reside 

My feet 

the plans 

all seem to be moving

each day

each moment

continues to pass

me by

the minutes

and hours

seem to be washed away

with the regularity

of life

the normalcy

what do you do

growing up in a picturesque

suburban life

picture perfect

at least on the exterior

brick by brick

white picket fences

and all 

in a line

in a row

following “the plan”

catholic school

the plaid skirts

the rulers 

all to keep you in line

helping you follow

pushing you

breeding you 

for “the plan”

keep up with 

the normalcy of society 

but why do I rebel

why do I fight

what so many others 

are so eager to fall into 

to follow

to lead 

I can’t 

I just can’t 

no matter 

how “the plan”

unfolds

it’s not for me

feeling trapped

lost

locked

the key thrown away

I can’t 

let me out 

let me off

...

please

Reviews

[David Scott]

"let me off". "please"
Now that got my attention! Who exactly is the plea made to? Can we just be kind enough, honest enough, to let ourselves off?
Yummy mind here? Ha

[Ed Fagan]

I like how this pushes foward.