Planning has a purpose;

To house a better way,

To make things clear and visible,

A clearly marked out day.


It’s laudable, desirable

And helps to show the path,

Notable, remarkable,

Creative, structured math.


So, why then, do I make a plan

Then discard the obvious route

In favour of impulsive;

Making planning moot?


I like to see the road ahead,

To mark it in the diary,

Then rip it up and start again,

Do something helical and wiry.


Within this heart, two different parts;

One sensible and planned,

The other very childish,

Takes spontaneity in hand.

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