Most of the time the future was pretty clear for her
It might not be the most exciting or glamorous, but it was predictable, just the way she wanted
So imagine her surprise when things started being murky
The fog descended on her future, and she was so scared she never took another step.
“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!”
Nothing like the present to start something new
Of course you might fail
When that happens, learn from it and try something again. Never a better time than…
Stars send speeding photons flying through the nothingness
To land blissfully on my eyes as I look heavenward
Awestruck at the age of the light that graced me
Realizing a small chunk of ancient history
Looking at a place that might not exist anymore
It causes me to pause, wondering what I am casting into the void around me
Giving life to something that will outlast my stay in this universe
Hoping that someone will gaze upon that something and be inspired
To create their own light and cast it into the unknown
Give me it all! I won’t leave anything behind.
Really, I am going to horde it all
Every single piece I can get my hands on
Everyone else might think that is obsessive
Doesn’t stop me, I think they’re just jealous
You think others really need chocolate? Nope, it’s all mine!
When Mother Nature’s dandruff flakes cover the hard gray-brown ground
It makes me want to give her a shampoo that would help with her scalp condition
Now you might think that I’m being uncaring and callous
True, but I think not letting her know about her problem perpetuates all the negative
Everyone would benefit from her doing a little bit of hygiene
Really, it would make head and shoulders of a difference
Manipulating the data to make it relax
And at the same time stimulate the viewer to see the answers contained within
So, it should come to no surprise that, at times, the data might be stretched too far
Snapping off the meaning from the numbers
And creating a new thesis from the ether
Giving a new discourse that never even had a whisper
Exist in the original census of the world
Digits scattered around in a ritualistic circle
It spun and clicked as it began its spell
And soon there were disembodied voices talking from the other side
Listen close and you might hear grandma
Being able to double down on his wager
Enabled him to make a possible life-changing venture
The chances of this working out might be small, but this was his time
Being on social media can be so draining
Left and right posts about hot takes and hot button issues
Or the unwanted advances of strangers into personal headspaces
Can make you want to flee and hide under an analog rock
Know that there is a button that might help put a stop to that
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