Your Plans

You can take your sense of control 
and stick it in the ignition,

but when you find yourself in the urban jumble
of city-strangling, infrastructure-crippling traffic, 

with – aside from honking, praying, cursing, 
and crying – all equally useless pursuits – 

no option other than waiting, 
watching the sun set, in gorgeous lightning colors, 

over the plans you thought had mattered,
you’ll learn the universe never gave a damn.

From The Sunday Muse

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The Sunday Muse, dVerse, W3, Poets and Storytellers United, and Twiglets. Also inspired by another poem I wrote a while ago. Feel free to vote for your fave in the comments.