One step forward, 365 steps back.
The optimist in my excited, sad, sloshy brain. I care.

I poison myself with thoughts of a better way. I cling to potential, like a child clinging to thoughts of what could be, what they could be.

One slow step forward, 365 stumbling steps back. I still poison myself with this thought that nothing bad can happen to me. Yet, things seem dark and unfair. I care.

Two reluctant steps forward, 365 days to wonder, how many steps back will wreak havoc on my psyche. I care?

The sun shines, the birds chirp, eager to sing their song for who ever has the patience and time to listen. I have the patience, however, time seems to have me. Who cares?

365 steps forward, 1 step back. I poison myself with grandiose optimism. Would you follow me? What do I care?