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 once upon a time

 you gotta plan, gotta have a plan
Not societies plan for you, your plan,.
Think about it how many of us drift
along not thinking bout a plan.
Along comes this thing called life, and
we ain’t gotta plan not one damned thought
of what we want, it’ll be alright, yeah sure
it will, until one day you realize no plan, no life.
Take a look around, this is it, no dress rehearsal
to redo the part you’ve played out. You gotta  regret
the fact, that you didn’t have a plan. Maybe you don’t
think about it at all, played societies game, not your own
happy enough, that you never thought to plan
not even a critical path to call your own, abcdefg
even that simple plan, was someone’s else’s path
Oh well, today we’ll reflect, on the plan we should’ve had.

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