Plans Gone Awry
When I was a girl, I didn't plan my life. I didn't plan to go to Starfleet Academy, and I certainly didn't plan on getting kicked out. That's for certain - I never knew what I wanted to do before it happened.
Just like when I joined the Maquis. It was a good cause, but it wasn't calculated. I didn't plan on meeting Chakotay or following him to hell and farther.
Of course, that put me on Voyager.
Voyager is the same story, or even more so. No one planned that. I didn't plan on getting stranded in the Delta Quadrant, and I certainly didn't plan on becoming Chief Engineer on such a beautiful ship.
That, I dreamed, but didn't plan.
I never could understand my classmates when they told me they planned to grow up, save the galaxy, and then maybe settle down and have a few kids in a nice, warm house with a nice, big replicator. Why bother planning, plotting, when you had the current of space and time to take you where you were going?
I didn't get it, so I didn't plan.
Voyager is the same story, or even more so. I didn't plan on becoming Chief Engineer.
I planned on getting home within a month. I planned on jail time.
Those things, I didn't dream, but I planned.
I suppose my life is just the same story. The things that I plan - being murdered, being sent to jail for life without parole, treason charges - never do manage to come true.
I didn't plan on falling in love. I certainly didn't plan on getting married or settling down. And I couldn't have imagined having children!
I dreamt these things when my classmates were planning them.
My plans tend to go awry, but my dreams never have.
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