Is it supposed to be a sign?
A sign that it is not meant to be?
I thought that the plan was foolproof, it could not fail. It never could.
Until only recently, I remembered something.
And that little something made all the planning forfeit.
Mayhaps I tried too hard. But perhaps it’s an ominous sign.
What to do now? Who could ever predict that such a small, wild spanner could cause such a big disarray?
I did not expect it. Now, I’m just..
Well.. I don’t know. Inexplicably, I can’t help but feel my faith to be affected in the slightest.
After all these times, I’m still hindered by these invisible obstacles.
What can I say? I’m not one to argue.
Probably never had the right to.
But that’s alright.
It always will be.