Best Laid Plans

When there's nothing left of me except a longing in my soul
the tools are bought, the bills are paid
I'm distracted by a world of make believe that's in my head
the work is undone, the path is not laid

I could sit forever here and bide my time until I die
I'll work my job and live in dreams
but you know as well as me that it's a dagger in my heart
I may still be here but I won't be me

this has been the kind of day where I'm looking for myself
I call my number but no one's home
then I look to see if there could be a letter in my box
it's emptier than my unwritten poem

I thought there would be some kind of reminder, with all the time that I've had free
but nobody notices something is missing here
when all my friends are gone there's no one left but me

I've been busy trying to tell myself that I can still believe
my best laid plans could still come true
if you can, could you try Lord to remind me of my dream
you gave me this gift, now what should I do

I began to wonder if there really is a greater plan
and if my own is fantasy
could it somehow come together in a way I can't conceive
I've opened the door but still I can't see

when I go to bed tonight I'll try to lull myself to sleep
forget the past for something new
when I wake up in the morning it will be another day
and maybe this feeling won't be so blue

I thought there would be some kind of reminder, with all the time that I've had free
but nobody notices something is missing here
when all my friends are gone there's no one left but me

-Dan Whitaker

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