All Part of a Plan

When we were just those tiny seeds inside our mother’s wombs

A thousand changes charted out the pathways to our tombs

With turns and twist incumbent on the choices of our days

No matter what, no matter where we’re always in a phase

It’s not so much addictive, (though that may be hard to see)

There’s just no way to stop it without going to ‘plan B’

The backward step invites decay for which we are not made

So forward growth impels our hearts to disregard the grade

We get a fix from one good turn and like a junkie born

Need more and more good growth to keep us far from our nature’s scorn

So we just keep on living and imbibing all we can

Then high on life, we’ll meet one day, beyond the ‘promised land’