Mapping out every moment, and   Color coding plans carefully on calendars has never really been my thing
Tightly we cling to the blueprints of tomorrow
Seeking certainty in the scaffolding built today
But somewhere
Somewhere beneath all of our careful constructions, awaits a wilder wisdom
The beauty that lives in holding plans loosely
I'm mean sure, peace can be found in planning ahead But memories that seem to stick are the ones made in wander

Tokyo whispers to those that walk without purpose
Its magic finds those that let the city guide their steps
Discovering something new at every footfall
But this kind of sorcery only finds those that are brave enough

To be Lost