Stop Planning

When I'm bored and tired, my writing sucks...

Drop the compass, throw away the map

You can't find the Earth if you can't find yourself

You're nowhere if you're not somewhere,

And if you are somewhere, it isn't anywhere without someone special

You can't smile if there's nothing worth smiling for

But if you can read this, there's plenty to smile about

But plenty about to shout as well

I've got a question for you before I stop my planning, my scheming 

I just want to know that if I fell

That perhaps you might catch me

Maybe then, I'd find some meaning

In this damn, messed up thing you call life

The thing filled with so much strife

But I'll stop planning for you

So long you promise too