It's Plan and Simple

It's part of the plan.
From paper to pen, my dreams are outlined in a simple sketch.
In theory, the lines connect the dots.
In practice, the lines diverge, and there are bumps.

My plan is set in stone.
The stone I carve to create a beautiful piece.
My ideas fill the room, but nobody will ever walk inside it.

The plan is to get it done.
My feet ache, shoulders hurt. Ambitions grow.
The clock keeps ticking. I'm chasing a hopeless dream...
Was my plan ever true?