It's tricky when you feel someone has done something on your behalf
It's slippery when your sense of justice murmurs underneath and is asking you

With a palm full of stars I throw them like a dice repeatedly..
I shake them like a dice and throw them on the table repeatedly.. repeatedly..
Until the desired constellation appears and I ask myself:

:: How am i going to make it right? ::
And you hear,
:: How am i going to make it right? ::