Held back by a conundrum of possibility.
What is coming next, without a well laid plan,
Can shake the very bones of a thoughtful man.
And a carefully planned out 'come what may',
Can birth many an exciting day.
But possible to a greedy soul,
may leave one in a self-dug hole
So what are the rules of my future glance,
Destiny, Divinity, brute luck, or chance.
With first nod to a Maker, time and task are His,
Put petal to prayer, and get on with your biz...
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