Every night Walter left cookies beside his bed
Never expecting them to be gone by morning, but a small part hoped really hard
They were his offering to the Sandman for dreams that never came
Eventually the Sandman had to get hungry and grant him his wish of a dream. It was Walter’s only hope
Reaching for a snack as he got out of bed, he didn’t notice that the cookie he took reappeared as he walked away.
Finding men talking about her curves all the time was quite tiresome
It made her wish they were a little less… conical
Geometrical arguments be what they may, the boys never added things up correctly
Underestimating her desire to derive their equations
Relying on a vanishingly small probability that she would be impressed by the results
Especially since their plots would undoubtedly be too small and dreadfully unenlightening
What would I do if I found a genie in a bottle?
I would ask for three simple things.
Something that would make you smile, something to make you think, and something to give you peace.
Hope by you reading this some of it came true.
I let the lamp drop to my feet. The metallic clank it made with the cave floor brought me back to my senses. “Let me get this straight. Just one wish? That’s it?”
“That’s right,” said the genie. “Just one wish. I’ll warn you though. If you wish for more wishes you will be sad.”
“Really?”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Okay, okay. Just give me a second.”
I began to pace. I should be a good person and wish that no one went hungry anymore. Either that or lasting world peace, but I couldn’t bring myself to say the words. I am a good person, honest, but right then I could ask for anything. There was a part of me that wanted to be selfish. I could be the wealthiest person in the world. I could be irresistible to anyone whom I desired.
I could bring back my parents and have one last dinner with them around the kitchen table. Now that brought a tear to my eye. But would that be a good wish? And yet I could…
“Okay genie. I wish for…”
Don’t you wish you knew what I wished for? Go find your own genie!
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Curt was looking for direction
Order out of the chaos surrounding his life
Maybe a change of scenery to give him a fresh perspective
Perhaps a new way of life altogether
As an answer to his prayers, the flashing lights pulled him over
Since that arrest warrant was still active
Soon he would have his wish
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Cap and gown in hand
Our time together comes to a close
Now we release you into the world
Going forth, knowing more of who you are
Reaching for a potential you are just beginning to sense
Always be aware of those around you
Try to make your actions count
Strive to be the change you wish to see
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Holding his breath, Jacob started the countdown.
As the ball fell towards the ground his emotions rose up
People all around him shouted together, ten, nine, eight…
Plenty of time for Jacob to close his eyes and make his wish
Yet this year he couldn’t do it.
Nine years ago he began the tradition, being lonely for so long
Even though he had tried to let his heart recover, it was still in critical condition
Wendy’s death had taken part of him to her grave
Yet here he was, nine years later in the mass of people in Times Square
Everyone yelling, five, four, three…
And here he was hold Theresa’s hand, but still his heart wouldn’t grow
Reaching one, Theresa pulled Jacob close and kissed him, but all he could hear was
Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?
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