So many plans, ambitions, things I want to do,
Pushed out the way, dreams out into the blue,
Never to be realised, never to shine,
A plan for my future that'll never be mine.

Never enough time for so many plans,
Too much work, the timetable won't scan,
Things to enjoy that can never be done,
Things full of gravity, things full of fun.

I wanted to do them but I never could,
If it were possible, I really really would,
But there's not a chance and so I mustn't dream,
Just this once things are how they seem. 

The End

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