If we said things straight:

"I ain't got what you're needing"
"Well I ain't buying what you're selling"
"Then I ain't telling what you're wanting and these walls won't hold you no more"

One man finds nothing and nobody to believe or believe in, and so in his mind he remains alone.

Another man believes and believes in everyone and everything, taking all at face value and imbuing that superficial thing with his deepest soul – and so feels his soul stretched thin.

A third man lets all engulf him, wash over him, buffet him, and enter him – like water that he cannot embrace or reject – and then when he feels the temperature to be just right, he leaps wholeheartedly into the current to let it carry him onward.

I was going to work last night to be ready for this morning
but instead went to bed early and slept late

was going to become a hermit-poet in the backwoods
but instead came to the metropolis’ boondocks to film

was going to do what I was supposed to do
but instead sat down to write these words

Intentions be damned, my life has its own plans