That is not what should be,
Is perhaps the one most important thing,
To making people believe,
That nothing's accidental, but is anything?
The poorest laid plans sometimes work despite of them.
And when they don't, well, what can I say?
Somebody else had a different plan.
Ultimately, though, we all get what we want,
Whether we admit it or not.
We all whisper to the wind our greatest desires,
Though, what they are, most of us have forgot.
And it's alright,
Lose yourself and you'll sober up.
Whether by choice or the effects of time,
Reality's there whether you like it or not.
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