What I thought was not
So what?
Nothing ever is
The best-laid plans are nothing more than fairy tales for kids
I could lament the chaos and curse my wretched plight
Or accept the world around me as so wrong, it is just right
I can see my time as play
or I can call it strife
Either way I call it
I’m gonna have this life
Uniquely precious in all that is
And none two are the same
For how I choose to live it
There’s only one to blame