Saint of Bad Decisions

I don’t chase disasters,

I chase ideas that sprint,

I believe in plans

that ignore common sense,

Big dreams, bad timing,

Sometimes both,

but if it's in my head...it deserves a shot.

I say “watch this”

with unearned conviction,

Explaining outcomes

like a fact, not predictions.

I see the ending

and skip to the scene,

Assume the messy middle

will edit itself clean.

I mistake momentum

for destiny’s nod,

If it feels impossible,

It already has my vote.

If believing too hard

is a personal crime,

Then sentence me now

I’m guilty of trying....

So hand me the vision,

the half-baked ambition...

Saint of bad decisions.

No shame. No revision.

Just faith in ideas

before they exist.