Praying she could make it in time, she dashed towards the light
Realizing the monsters were close by pushed her to go faster
Everything came down to was she fast enough, and she was worried she would be too late
Yet she didn’t need to, she swooped on the monsters, consuming them before they escaped
Knife was sharp, elbows were out, nose broken
Everything screamed danger to those around him
Everyone scrambled to get away, but they didn’t need to
No one, including him, noticed that his shoelaces were tied together
Grabbing all the bits and bobs he might need for creation
Everything, of course, except the right batteries
And once it was together, he had no way to test it
Reaching for some wires he hot glued them onto the wrong batteries and voila!
*Do not try this. I am not condoning this. Even though it might work.
Putting your beliefs out there for all to see
Rallying among people of like mind
Order out of the chaos of the moment
That’s when the cause can gain momentum
Engaging those that were on the fence
Such that the need would codify into a moment written about in history books
That future gatherings would morph into celebration
Need to get more sleep?
Add some quick snoozes during the day
Perhaps not when driving or working though
Ever want to get rid of memories
Reducing your mental and emotional load
All you need to do is…
Sorry, I can’t remember
Everything about the process seems to be missing from my brain
Think, therefore I am was his favorite idiom
He held onto it with both hands, never letting it go
Others gave up and allowed themselves to become fleshy robots
Under the guise that the need for money was above all
Given that option himself, he rejected to play along
He kept generating new and different mental creations to escape their drudgery
That was why he was gone when they finally came to imprison him for his ideas
So much of the white stuff littered the ground that
No trace of anything else was in view
Obscuring the need to go anywhere else
While consuming hours moving it from one place to another
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!
No way he could find the part
Even the internet held no hope
Eventually, he resorted to some duct tape
Didn’t help, but it made him feel like he tried
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