NOTE: I wrote this on the 2nd of March while I was in Malaysia working with the Macaca Nemestrina Project (I wrote about it-incessantly). It got lost somewhere in all my scribbled diary entries about my adventures with the Pig-tailed macaques but is luckily apt at all times and for most people.
There were these plans I made
and promised myself I wouldn’t trade;
For anything or anyone.
I drew them out and circled so I wouldn’t forget
but somehow I’m again in this position filled with regret;
Unable to answer myself.
I guess I could say I was watching the stars
scanning the sky, hoping there was sentient life on Mars;
And those should be good reasons.
I heard the birds flitter and tweet
and contemplated why cows could moo but couldn’t bleat;
And those are valid thoughts
But I guess I am doomed to consider once or twice
my brilliant plans, and recognise distraction as my vice;
And make better plans I intend to see through.
Maybe I will soon realise that all my plans
are probably a distraction from some other plans;
So I embrace diversions and digress with gusto.