Eisenhauer didn't like the outcome Or at least the piece of paper I think he was right That even a great plan Is worth nothing Less than the ink it was sketched with And yet the planning To consider the future Establish expectations perhapses Tear them down and consider others And architect as if one had a hammer and nails in hand The imagining process It is the father of all disappointment The vehicle in which one must ride To see the possibility of moving forward For if one's mind is closed to the scheme There can be no reality It's as Dr. Strangelove said: "It can be done, Mr. President." Right before the whole world exploded Because of some cowboy