Insane Design

Don’t know him at all, not really Nor how I feel about him, actually But that’s alright, A snippet of laughter, maybe a moment or two Isn’t that enough? Isn’t that just about enough, for now? I can be all optimistic, And feel that he is someone I can trust someday, But what good will it do me today? Or, I can be a pessimist, And fear he might turn out to be a monster, Hurt me in new ways; make me feel like a fool someday. But what good, pray tell, will it do me today? Maybe I should just be philosophical, And believe that we cross paths with people for a reason It’s part of some great insane design So I should sit back, Wait, watch how the planets align. Quite possible, that this is nothing, really Something that doesn’t hold any meaning, actually. Someone who will become less than a faint memory someday. Though what good indeed, will it do me today? Maybe I think too much, Assign meanings, interpretations to things which have none, Mistake for reality the stories I have myself spun. Maybe I should just try and have fun Isn’t that enough? Isn’t that just about enough, for now?