The Plans I Had in Mind

I could tell you of the plans I had in mind

The things to waste my time

The runners and the threaders and the leaders all in line

The warriors and fickle babies

Silver-headed evil ladies

Bruisers and the boulders and the folders filled with fines

I could tell you of the sacrifices

One by one in bland disguises

Hidden on the blank horizon of a book I've yet to write

Cold and calculating

Shaking in the wings and waiting

Exits to the stars and entrances you'd only find by night

I could tell you of the tricky little deeds

The ones beyond the weeds

The charge and orders larger than the prizes left in store

And the only ones that made it there

With soiled eyes and faded stares

Were men like me and I was made to merit more and more

I could tell you of things lost and found

And lost again

A life unwound

A day untold

A tale unburned

A world that never ever turned

Except to turn against me when my part I'd played in full

Then silenced like the deaf and dumb and raging like a vengeful bull

Between to boast and to atone

I woke and found myself alone.