I had a thought I thought I knew,
I thought the thought was right and true,
I held that thought and thought it through
and from that thought a plan I grew.
The plan I took and nourished long,
with nourishment the plan ran strong,
with strength the plan was built upon;
plan in action could not be wrong.
Thought to plan went into action,
did not get the sought reaction:
thought and plan were mere abstractions,
assumptions bred flawed directions.
So all that thought and planning did
was forge intents to cross with red.
Lesson to learn once tears are shed?
Do not assume things in your head.