"Don't nobody wanna dance slow in the rain?"

Looking at my mini portable ash tray. Looking across the street in the rain. The thoughts don't stop.

God bless.

Still, I sometimes wonder. What if, what could've, what would've. I understand there's no point in wondering, in reminiscing. Yet on days like today, it still hits.

I want to think that "the world is yours" for the taking. I think it should be, I think it is. But somehow things got lost in translation. Is it what some people call faith? Destiny, or some other jazz like that?

I'm not sure, but I want to know. On days like today.

I believe that some things just don't make sense, or I think I believe that... but I'd rather be wrong and it's all to lead to some "thing". What that is, I don't know yet. It better be worth it. Could it be resurrection?

I ain't the only one. I'm sure there are millions out there, pondering just like me. I believe, dancing in the rain. Slipping, dropping, scrambling, faltering, yet ever striving. I think.