The Best Made Plans

And so I carry

What's left

Of who I am

Of a life

Thus far

All that I am

By straps tight to my shoulders

The weight of which

Always pressing

So I reassess

Continually

Who I am

Prioritize

And shed pieces of myself

That I can't carry any further

And never look back

At ideas with outstretched arms

Abandoned

Though I still covet

The best made plans

Morph

Into burdens

When the path is this long

Pressing forward

I know I am lost

Perhaps by intention

Or anxiety

Of being found

And forced

To walk my path

Of best made plans