Member Rara Avis
As fleeting as a moment in a dream,
Whispering secrets to use every day,
Which we sadly choose to ignore.
Resourceful and within the power of our molding,
Yet we let it go on the winds of sarcasm,
And constant pain.
I'd be the world if I could,
And have but one thought to be happy,
Never wanting to ruin the mystery,
By always needing to know everthing.
I'd remove the eccentricity,
So that could all be more open,
To the possibilities of life's potential.
Okay, so it is rusty, and may not meet said challenge, but this helps me release some of my clutter at the least. Thanks for the challenge.