With my one and only life,
I plan to think and dream,
no matter if my ideas are rife,
no matter how extreme.
I’ll climb the highest mountain,
figurative or real.
My dreams, I‘ll keep on countin’,
just add them to my spiel.
If I took all my thinking,
and put it in a soup,
I’d just keep on drinking,
forever, on a loop.
Posted in response to the challenge Precious.
A new wave of leaders is coming.
Now,
we must prepare for the tide to rise.
How their caring eyes show they care
Oh, how loved I feel
My favorite people surround me
Everyone chose to love me
The clinking chain of the swing
The sweet smell of summer
Thundering sounds of someone throwing trash away in the distance
The scratching sounds of my pencil
The warm sun on my skin
Airplane flying overhead
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