He likes to believe he has a plan,
the man with a plan, arrogant 'He',
with my air of despair worn lovingly
around his shoulders each day.
Says he believes in individuality,
caught on a wave, destined to drown
in the sea of sameness, as you and me.
He's just keeping his head
above water.
Secretly sheltered
by his Kingdom of conscience,
moulded to fit needs unknown.
How bright he shines sitting astride
a self made throne.
Arrogant man,
who likes to believe
he's the one, the only one
with a plan...