The Detour.

I told myself,

No drinks for me tonight..

But hey,

nothing really, ever

goes as planned.

I planned on writing an article

of importance

and significance

that had merit

and value

and even though it

may have lacked in

'deeper' meaning,

serving an educational

purpose is a noble task,

indeed.

But like they say,

nothing really, ever

goes as planned.

The good night of sleep

that perpetually evades me,

the spare time I have in my day

that constantly mocks me

of the shit it knows I

should be doing

with my freedom,

which I am never 

productively 

using.

The outline of my life,

or potential life,

unwittingly

escapes me

the vicious cycle

grows stronger,

the capacity for

self-vindication 

flees...

Funny,

I feel entitled to this

mess of accomplishments.

Like a kid who was born

into some preconceived

notion of entitlements.

but hey,

what else isn’t new

about Millennials.

Sometimes I write

without purpose

and I act

without clarity;

but all of the while

in the forefront

of my mind resides

My goal

My outline

My plan.

It's true,

nothing really ever

goes as planned...

but that doesn’t mean

you won’t get there,

eventually.