It doesn’t make sense.

The logistics don’t add up.

I have to go. I’ve planned to go.

I’m all packed up - ready to leave.

There’s a plan in place I need to keep.

A checklist of things I need to check off.

But looking at you,

Beautiful you.

The world in your eyes

Staring at me, inviting me.

My plans - they fall -

apart.

Your smile awakens curiosity.

A need to feel your touch, a need to

Throw out the checklist.

The path before me unknown.

Unplanned.