Chain of events,
Unraveled and over thought of,
Waiting for it to happen, aren’t you?
Judgment day? Dooms day?
Name it what you want.
It’s coming, and it will come.
Plan out your ways,
Plan those exact words you are to say,
But know that your efforts,
Will go to nothing but vain,
For time and mind will stop,
Walls will corner you,
Heart will burst,
For tears will flow,
And the saddest part is that you will know.
Processed every possibility,
Rehearsed every lie,
Body language memorized,
Yes, you’re ready you think.
But you’ll know when it comes,
That you never knew what you were in for.