A life planned,
or so we thought,
on course and on track.

It’s what dreams are made of,
an oasis where the outside world,
passes by like the clouds overhead.

But reach one milestone,
you begin the next –
youth is slippery like that.

We can’t hold onto what we have,
for what we want,
we do not know.

One circumstance,
one decision,
life turns inside out.

New plans drafted,
a blank canvas,
and new roads

you never knew were there.