While Staring At Fish in the Dead of Night

It’s so strange how things connect.

The convergence created,

How some things just fall together

And others fall apart.

If space is infinite there are infinite possibilities.

Infinite me’s and infinite you’s.

Somewhere out there I could be smoking a pipe

Spitting Watermelon Seeds

Begging the streets

Living in luxury

Somewhere out there I’m smiling

If and then,

Only to find

Somewhere out there you and I,

We did everything exactly right.