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I sit under a tree
Pencil in hand
Thinking how in life
Nothing ever goes as planned.
You can calculate
You can even plot out
Until a single thought
Can put you in doubt.
A direction to travel
The right way
Keep staring, looking for a sign
Each and every day.
Making up our mind
Letting it stray
Or even worse
Letting walk away.
Looking for something to grasp
To have control
One missing piece
To make you whole.
Simply simplistic
As night to day
But we soon find
It's not always that way.
(c)2011 T.LaFountain
