Take it off.

Perhaps, maybe. Exchange.

Momentum

I shall gain it, then beware whoever dare stand in my way.

Reaching out

The happiest faces conceal the loneliest of souls.

Strength

Not just how much you can lift, how far you can run, how much pressure you can handle.
It is also the strength to hold back your tongue when it should be held.
To stand your ground when it is easier to sway.
To share when there is not much.
To love when only hate is returned.
To raise your hand to when you need help.
To open your eyes knowing what is in front of you is horrifying.
To walk away from temptation.
To pull back that knock-out punch in an unfair fight.
To offer your shoulder when you are about to crumble to the floor.

No not me, not I

If you can't take it, don't dish it out. Common sense. You may not have it, but it doesn't stop others from expecting it of you.

Return.

Mostly you won't understand.
It probably doesn't make sense.
It's not supposed to.
Because it didn't make sense in the beginning
I didn't believe it was real.
I still don't.
Even as I flip through the proof of it.

More than a tangeant line.

One magical point.
Thought to be impossible.
But it happened.
Perhaps it is too much to ask for a miracle
Once magic has already been granted.
But I will still spend those few minutes wishing for it.
I wish I may
I wish I might.
Wish this wish I wish tonight
That that point in time
Recur further on.
Perhaps a miracle
Cast with a potion.
In those great distances traversed
No region too far
No space too narrow.
I wish I may I wish I might.
The spy glass catches you in the distance
In shining armour
That has lost its gleam
Find your way to these cold valleys
Thread your arrows past the light
Bend the murky waters
Wish you may
Wish you might
Wish this wish you wish tonight.