on plans

it has been said
(loosely translated)
the best laid plans
of various meat-sacks
do oft go astray
why is this?
why do plans not work out as.. planned?
one could comfortably blame
that great magnet in the sky
relentlessly dragging forth
the festivities of the day
here is why
a contract was made
back before a soul jumped into a body
of certain pains and sufferings to forebear
and pleasures and mercies
everything is perfect
exactly as it is
life could not have turned out any other way