My Plans
My Plans
...are just a rough draft.
Less than an hour
after my waking,
I crumbled up
my plans for today,
then quickly threw them
into the white hot flame
I once called resentment,
but now seems to burn
brighter and warmer
since I renamed it
my acceptance.
I thank God along with
those mischievous spirits
for keeping me off-balance
and without a firm agenda.
Their intervention saved me
from myself and from spending
all day in the insanely tiny cell
I constructed for my soul.
If you want to make God laugh,
tell him about your plans.
~ Woody Allen
