It seems that everybody has a plan,
a goal to which they give their heart and soul;
they plot a course, do everything they can...
and suddenly the keyword is control.
I see how everybody hits a wall,
from time to time it’s just what comes to be;
no matter how they do it, they seem to fall...
despite their passion and intensity.
I think that I would rather play it cool,
and let the future look out for its own;
the humble one will never look like the  fool...
as those who go on blindly and alone.
In realizing I am not that tough...
I’m satisfied, and what I have.. is enough.