No ifs and buts and frets on time gone astray We were exactly where supposed to be each day.
We were exactly at the right place with right face Not drifting around but knocking the right address.
No ifs and buts and frets deeming years as waste We were exactly on the right track doing our best.
We were exactly picking of all the choices the choice Not straying but staying to listen to our inner voice.
Inspired by and borrowed from Dustin Carpenter's comments on his poem The Distance (Each day we will see we were exactly where we were intended to be) http://hellopoetry.com/poem/641849/the-distance/ Thank you Dustin.