I had this great plan all in place,
With everything worked out.
I’d have two weeks of total peace,
There simply was no doubt.
I’d turn inward to read and rest,
My muse I’d surely find,
But as it turns out it seems you
Had something else in mind.
I have to say, my plan was good,
But yours was better still.
And so, begrudgingly, I bow
To your enticing will.
Perfection is not in me, Lord,
But it’s what you do best;
So bring on all the noisy love
And I’ll forgo my rest!
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