Cupped hands holding all the ideas I had
And I am running to find the places they all need to be planted
Reaching my first destination, I try to plant just one idea
Really screw up and most tumble through my fingers to infertile ground. Devastating!
Yet after a period of mourning I rush on, and something miraculous happens. My hands refill!
Oh if I knew ideas would repopulate I would not have been so careful in the beginning
Now you know. Rush and let your ideas scatter, and wait to see what awesomeness grows!
A number might not define you
Going toe to toe with Father Time though…
Everyone eventually grows into it
You think he memorizes his stories?
All of them are made up right on the spot
Really, he takes a seed of truth and plants it in his imagination
Now his voice waters that seed and out of that grows amazing
When you finally get something to go right
It spreads across your face as the feeling grows inside
Now onto the next challenge