Nothing ever goes as it is planned.
Nothing ever goes as it ought to.
Instead, it has a tendency to go
sideways,
Which would be off the rails,
Maybe even beyond the pale,
Or under the radar, out of control,
Over the moon–best case, off the
wall.
Eventually, everything snowballs
downhill.
It takes a while to soak through my
density with what's wrong,
and I'll do something, anything, to get
back where we belong.
Then you'll recognize
The look in my eye
When I'm about to try something
insanely desperate, desperately insane,
Except you won't,
Because I never showed it to you
before.
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