Planning

I'm a highly methodical fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pantser

I don't remember how I do things

I approach each moment without a clue

Of how I do what I do

A situation is an opportunity

As such, its presented

A gift to use from our place in time

And every situation is a chance to learn

But I am a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pantser

Heuristics of my design,

none of which I may be the first

But from me, theyr'e generated

Common maybe by our humanity

Rising up from the subconscious

to be read by intuition

Who says what I say?

This is your pilot speaking

A man I live with, whom I saw just now only in pants*

He flies by the seat of his pants

But I'm a fly-by-the-seat-of-My-pantser

My pilot, the generator of my reality

Or by through which chaos He navigates me through

I've no pilots training, no concept of the buttons

But i've loads of manuals, which I turn the pages to

This knowledge we pout ouselves into

It's self generated, through and through

So I fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants

And you could, too

*My roommate at the time was a pilot in training