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Six Impossible Thoughts

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xMoreThanMeetsTheEye

Published: Apr 15, 2010

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Sometimes
I'm just wishing
For a pair of wings
To fly away.
Because
All of my problems
Are grounded--
And so are you.

Sometimes
I like to think
That I could jump
From the top of the swing set
And touch the sky.
Because
When you think about it
If the sky's the limit
Then it shouldn't be too far away.

Sometimes
I wonder how it would feel
Not to feel.
Because
Now and then
A little absence of emotion
Wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Sometimes
I imagine
What complete freedom
Would feel like.
Because
Even though we're "free"
We're not really at liberty.

Sometimes
I'm enchanted
By stars and moons
And constellations.
Because, really,
Who wouldn't want
To be a super nova?

Sometimes
I daydream
Of impossible scenarios
That would never ever happen--
Even somewhere over the rainbow.
Because
Don't we all want
A happily-ever-after
Once in a while?

Sometimes
I ponder six impossible things
In six quick-fire seconds.
Because
My seventh thought
Is how dull
Life would seem
Without them.

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Alright. So, this was inspired by the new Alice in Wonderland.
"I think of six impossible things before breakfast."
Some of these things, I really do think about.
I did not write this in six seconds, though.