turnaround

I dream, but do not imagine 
sometimes being dragged 
from beneath by the feet,
then legs, by inch, by foot and 
yard to an early grave never 
dug, never plotted, just made 
in chance well-played. Well, 

thing?
Whatever you are? 
You can course underneath 
me and plan and scheme, 
but opportunities
seem 
thin on the ground
so far. Will 

you get me? 

I guess you could dream.