Please, ignore me.

I like to express. The way I wish the world to be. Knowing full well. That I’ll be disappointed. My wishes won’t come true.  They are mostly pie-in-the-sky. Something that's pleasant to imagine but unattainable. Of course, that doesn’t stop me from talking and writing and dreaming. About the way I would design and frame the world – if I were god. Anyway, please forgive me. For being so bold.  That’s my unrestrained nature.  I have no control over it. Doesn’t really matter. Because I don’t matter in the grand scheme of life.  I can be easily ignored. Written off. --Jim Broede