My many myriad plans,
Alas,
So much like my father.
Eternal optimist –
Best laid plans,
Of mice & men.
Often torn asunder.
Will my power become infinite?
So I may fix the world?
Or will I remain here,
Stagnant & stunted?
Father –
How do you bear a cloak of sunshine,
For eternity?
Eternal Optimism.
