A world full of 'certainties'All the plans, all the vanities.Where black covers the whiteSuited in 'confidence'- the constant fight.A million roads I dream to takeOne destination, knowing not I turn where.A green veil covers for two years, some two decades.But the 'plan' awaits, new roads to make.I pant, I struggle, I do my best While they say,'You are, dear, but so inadequate'.