I'm made of anxiety.
I'm made of laziness.
That is why I make plans.
And the plans I make are flawless.
Every step is deliberate.
No stone is left unturned.
What else can my anxious mind feed on,
While my lazy body rests.
A plan is only a chance.
A plan can fail.
Life goes, where it goes.
The mystery prevails.
What you'll get, who knows.
It's all behind a veil.
Yet here I am,
I still plan for the fests.
What else can my anxious mind feed on,
While my lazy body rests.
