Sevens Away

He planned for everything
Plot all the details
Possibilities
Except for the one event
That did happen

Fate is a line
You agree to
Knowing the next day it may not be fulfilled
Laid odds on the table
Willfully ignored

And then it happens
Either taught preparedness
Or trained for prevension
Still
Much like the sun rising
After a cramming sesh
Panic, inevitably, sets

Decoct and embrace
Opportunity and its adverse effect
And by virtue of repetitive strain
May the better choice be made

Despite now
Feeling suspiciously like the rest
Before it