Everything comes from a first.
A house from the first brick.
A love from a first kiss.
A life from a first step.

Before you can build,
There must be a plan.
Guided by the laws of nature,
Guided by passion.

Houses have blue prints.
Love the laws of attraction,
A life…

I sit still.
Idle in indecision.
Lamenting all the plans I have made that lead to this place.
I have always had a plan,
A plan that would inevitably fail.

Now I am plan-less and boundless,
And unmoving.
The whiteboard before me mocks me.
What if my plan was to have no plan.
Outside of work hours,
Allowing myself to tumble in chaos.
Not on the fringe but right in the fray.
See where this wild life will land me and plan me.