I think about him sometimes.
During the day mostly, when I’m fresh from my dreams. I wonder about chance, fate and the future. Is it possible that this could be my turn. Did the dice land on my numbers, or is it another pawn crossing the seemingly, never-ending chess board. Is it pessimistic to shoot down the shot, or realistic to go with my heart? Optimism can seem like stupidity masked by a blanket of positivity. Yet, holding a frown towards the world dampens the chance of obtaining anything. Strength and a smile can go a whole mile. So, what should I think?