PLANS

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝑼𝒏𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍 🫧

You sketch your days in careful lines, you draw your life so neat and fine,
You build castles, even a wall for the comfort of control,
Yet somewhere in the quiet skies, a gentle laughter intertwines.

For every plan we think we know, there’s a breeze that loves to blow,
And rearrange the paths we pave, with mysteries we didn’t know.

And sometimes in that twist of fate, a stranger’s step rewrites the slate,
And all the old familiar tunes, become a dance we hadn’t played.

Yet in this paradox we find, that even when our threads unwind,
A deeper wish we never spoke, is answered, by these winds that poke.

For what we build with our own hand, is often just a smaller strand,
Of something larger, softly planned, that life reveals, when we let go the sand.

And so we learn to surrender to the beautiful ecstasy,
Of all the unseen gifts that life, in its mystery, unfolds tenderly.