plans

No matter the path you decide to take
All those bustling ideas you chose to make
They metamorphosized into an unrecognizable shape
Those well-orchestrated plots always changed

Designs without a conventional pattern shade
Concocts that always became defects and break
Plans seem to pine behind every breath you take

You will eventually work full time in the day
For schemes and theme like shack adjacent to the game
The friends cackle and the boss doesn't fall for a raise
That stratagem was broken since the Recession took place

Intentions built up on a faulty range of aim
Either without growing on a breath or theological games
Plans peaked before the statute moves where made

Dreams that dissolved into concave cakes
Dreams that dissolved into concave cakes
Dreams that dissolved into concave cakes
Dreams that dissolved into concave cakes



Credits
Writer(s): Sean-patrick Dowen
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