I've got all the tools and tricks of the trade
To accomplish things that I've wanted
Sometimes proud of the mess that I've made
Most times without even knowing

Where I might have had a judgment lapse
On the when and where I got here
Often think that I can but then again
I come off as ill prepared

I try and plan it all ahead
Plan the best that I can
Cross the I's dot the T's till there's nothing left
Were nothing left is all that I have

Though I too often fumble
I still grin ear to ear
It's not hard to be that humble
When you come into it ill prepared

I take my tools through the twists and the turns
Tweaking when there is a need
Lessons given should be lessons learned
Although lessons given, never are free

If it looks like I've got it together
There's a smoke screen that needs to be cleared
In this life of happily ever after
I'm no more than ill prepared