Best Laid Plans (Poetry)

I was planning a bright future
as my habit prompted to
but that future got no closer
stayed perversely lost to view

And while others travelled onwards
to wherever they’d in mind
I was left without a ticket
for no reason I could find

The horizon from my window
stretches wide a wistful sky
but my life’s stuck here in prison
and I have no idea why

or what crime I once committed
to deserve this fruitless wait
for the future fails to happen
best laid plans unrolled too late