The power of pride

I can plan it to the minute detail
Right down to the taxi I will hail
Unless I can put wind to sail, I'm doomed to fail
And end up in a heap upon the landing

I can say exactly the steps to take
Deciding each move that I will make
Unless I know which turn to take and when to apply the brake
I will not be one of the last men standing

The greater my knowledge the less I know
Which way and at what time the wind will blow
Each time I start to grow the anchor won't let me go
So I end up turning lazy circles inside the breakers

I've learned to make surprise my greatest friend
What a joy not to know what waits around the bend
Which way my trail will wend or when it comes to end
Are not decisions I can make they are my Maker's

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