In our grand plans, we find delight,
Yet life insists on its own slight.
We dream of order, neat and true,
And chaos laughs, "I'm here for you!"
A diet strict with goals so grand,
"Healthy living" is our stand.
But fate has snacks, a tempting ploy—
The ice cream calls with stealthy joy.
We plan a trip with maps and guides,
To find calm seas and smooth tide rides.
Yet storms arise with gleeful grin,
As waves and winds conspire to spin.
Our meetings prompt a polished pitch,
With every detail planned, no hitch.
Yet clients come with whims askew,
And all our notes are tossed askew.
In irony's embrace we see,
The jest of life's own grand decree.
For every plan that's neatly set,
Life's twists remind us—don't forget!
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Dimensional Doodles
PoesíaThis collection is a tapestry woven from the threads of cosmic wonder and digital intrigue, each poem a distinct journey through realms where intellect and imagination collide. Dive into a universe where quantum whispers mingle with the syntax of th...
