Reaching out to find out how more of her universe worked
Everything was subtly connected in fascinating ways
So when she ran into a dead end, she would happily start over
Except when that meant flushing years of work down the proverbial mental toilet
Reacting like anyone would, under those circumstances, she would become depressed
Cautiously she would begin to feel better and begin a new journey down a path she had yet to explore
Her energy renewed, ready to tackle another problem
She flew through his mind causing his thoughts to race after her
Over and over she escaped his grasp, swooping just out of reach
All he could do was keep trying, but in the end, he gave up and watched
Realizing she was forever not obtainable, but forever in his thoughts, she would…
Making things usually left his desk a little cluttered, and he loved to make stuff
Everything started within reach, but by the end, some of creative debris was in the other room
Someday he would learn to put everything back in its place when he was done with it
Still, he thought of his whole experience in terms of his need to be creative, not that the output was a chaotic…
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No way he would ever get all those words down on paper
Obviously, he had bitten off more than he could chew
Vowing that after he was done he would never even touch a word processor
Every letter was a struggle as he tried to download his soul onto the paper
Long months later he typed ‘The End.’ That was when he realized his work had just begun!
Don’t fear the reaper was a phrase that didn’t make sense
Reaper represented death, the end, that’s all folks
Everyone should be fearful. They should be scared witless.
And that’s why he was so confused at the moment
Didn’t these people understand he was the real thing, especially on Halloween?
Putting down the platter in front of her
Lisa pondered what was going to happen to her next
All that Googling and research, but in the end, it always came down to a coin flip
Tails and she would die from the poison there in front of her, okay, maybe that was a bit strong, but…
Everyone watched as she ate. She smiled. It seemed to be gluten-free. Heads it is!
Carnage had been prophesied since the day of her birth
Obliterate the evil, or else she would fail, and the world would burn
Many people tried to guide her, their interests, they felt, were the same as hers
Pulling her six different ways at once, she ended up pitting them against each other
Letting their division give her the room to find her own way
Everything was going well. The darkness was beaten back.
The final battle took place, and in the end, she was victorious
Everyone’s cheers turned to screams when she didn’t stop and began attacking them
Focusing on the end game
Actively working to achieve one’s goals
That work mitigating the necessity of luck
Embracing you are responsible for your own…
“What’s that at the end of your nose?”
“Ah, that’s a wee bit of nothin’.”
“Really now? I think you might be one of them thar witches.”
“That’s so stereotypical, you bigot. Keep that up and I’ll turn you into a newt!”
Claustrophobic tall walls keep closing in the farther he fled
As he rounded a corner, he came to a sheer cliff face announcing it was the end of the road
Now all he could do was turn around and confront his greatest fear
Years had passed since the last time he had faced the gunslinger
On that occasion. he had escaped with only losing his dignity
Now it was time to pay for all those years of running… A single shot echoed.
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