Design

Ever woke and knew deep down
This is the day for you
When all your planning pays in spades
And all your dreams come true

The excitement tingles every nerve
You're just raring to go
Head held high, a spring in your stride
Time to be your own hero

This was all your own design
Time to proudly stand and shine

You make your own luck
The story says
When preparation meets opportunity
On the best of days
The dice rolled your number
Magic 8 Ball agreed
You're getting your reward
Without gloating or needless greed
Remember
This was your design
No need to wait for fate
Or stand in line

Ever stopped and wondered
Why the hell you're standing here
Jaded, downcast, pensive
Without love, lust or career

The dullness shrouds you always
The only colour now is grey
Can't lift yourself, no motivation
It's the same chores every day

This was never your design
Sour like the taste of the cheapest wine

You make your own luck
The story says
But preparation missed opportunity
On the worst of days
The dice never rolled in your favour
Magic 8 Ball wouldn't commit
Nothing coming as a reward
Feel like you're in the shit
Remember
This wasn't your design
Screwed by fate
Time after time

Screwed by fate
Are you going to resign
Time to make your own luck
Or just stand there and whine