How many bunnies would she see in the morning?
Or maybe baby chicks wandering the yard
Perhaps she would see neither, but their chocolate and jellybean relics will remain
How many bunnies would she see in the morning?
Or maybe baby chicks wandering the yard
Perhaps she would see neither, but their chocolate and jellybean relics will remain
Knowing how to unlock his potential would have been ideal
Everyone could see that
Yet somehow he never found the …
How hard it was for him to see far into the distance
And that was the whole reason why he was there
Zany things were in the works, and he needed to know how it would pan out
Except the fortune teller was exclaiming that his future was pretty …
“People are going to see right through this.”
“Really? All you need to do is smile and nod when talked to.”
“Others are going to think that’s weird behavior for a boyfriend.”
“People don’t care about you. I just need another bangle on my arm for decoration.”
“So, what is going on over there?”
“Perhaps it’s none of your business.”
“Yes, but I really want to see!”
Blinking, trying to bring it into focus, but fails
Leaving the image muddy and obscured
Unable to clarify what was happening, she put on her glasses
Realizing that being old was the only thing she could see clearly in the morning
Only the Allfather could see all with one eye
Donning his broad hat instead of a crown
It might have made him look simple
Nothing could be further from the truth
“Where be the trees? I cannot see them because of this forest!”
“Oy vey! I should have known you would branch down that path.”
“Okay, I see your timber, but don’t worry. I’m not going to leaf you there.”
“Don’t go farther. My bark is worst than my bite and I am getting pretty hungry.”
“So I shouldn’t tell you about how thicket’s getting around here?”
All he wanted was to be at the top of the mountain
Being able to show his superiority to those below him
Only those he wanted to bow to him didn’t see him that way
Vowing that he was nothing but a balloon filled with ego and hot air
Even though that hurt him, he laughed. That hot air and ego allowed him to float up high.
Believe in what cannot be seen
Leave the mundane behind and fly with gossamer wings
Infuse your life with the magic around you
Nothing can really hold you back when you brace the impossible
Don’t hesitate and close your eyes and see
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