Spectators
Everyone is watching you and laughing. Man plans, God laughs. Except everyone is acting as God. You’re running, wild, wondering when he'll leave your mind. Everyone watches silent, waiting for you to fall. Inevitable, yet you're the last to accept the truth. Man plans, God laughs. You're busying yourself with the wrong subject. Nothing else takes up so much of your thoughts. Yet somehow, he finds a way. You can't hope that you might be hurting him the same. Man plans, God laughs. The headaches don't stop, the migraines settle in. But an Advil or hot shower will relieve the pain. Though relief is only temporary, and you're back. Back to longing, to thinking, to pushing it back out. Man plans, God laughs. No one cares enough anymore and you're stuck caring too much. It's irrelevant, doesn't matter, shouldn't matter. You've told yourself time and time again There are better things to be worrying yourself with. Man plans...