I don't recall seeing this on my plans.
This road I'm on isn't on my map.
I did not ask for this on my plate.
Please take it back, I asked for steak.
I never authorized this schedule change.
Where did that sharp, sudden turn come from?
What do you mean you're all out of that?
I didn't plan an alternate.
Why do my plans never seem to flow?
Why does my road always have detours?
Why does my path seem so badly paved?
Pot holes and rocks, and sudden drops seize me,
so blindly like the prey I cry please not now,
things were going so well in my shell,
undisturbed just when I felt free,
here comes the unforeseen so starving to strip me of my hope and strength,
I fear the unforeseen.