I lay in bed to acknowledge my day.
Listing all the aspects that went my way.
But who am I to choose everything I want you to say?
Who am I to take the person that you are away from you today?
To lay before I sleep and wish
That everything is just on whim
Its ridiculous to think that's real
To forecast what you fancy and feel.
Who am I to plan perfection?
Who am I to think of speech?
To lay in bed before I sleep and think.
"I'll say this to you, and I'll chortle because its true."
This life is full of twists and sorrows
too much life for laters and tomorrows
If I can't control what happens today,
Who am I to plan hours into what I say?
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