Diary Tightrope.

Walking through my diary.
Turning page to page.
I bumped into premeditation.
and ran from impromptu.
Heaven's forbid anything should happen that hadn't been planned.

Walking through the perennial jungle.
Delving under overgrown months.
Cutting down desolate days.
Hobbling freedom for foretold futures.
Reducing potential to prescription:
dentist,
doctor,
dinner,
dates
and diary drab.

It came to me that I was better off without my diary.