Awry
 
I’ve made my plan,
In a gentle bed of sand.
I dare not to breathe,
For I will ruin it.
 
In comes a breeze,
From the open window.
My plan is ruined,
Thrown this way and that.
 
Someone comes in to help,
To help me rebuild it.
We try to decide,
On what I will do.
 
It takes too long,
And my help leaves me.
I cannot use the old plan,
For things have changed.
 
I think for hours,
For days on end.
I throw it away,
The wind to take it again,
One last time.