Take on the world

I want to take on the world
To strike it where it stands
Tackle great injustice
Unveil cunning plans

But, If I do that,
Then I won't have the time to fold my sheets
Or the energy to cook my dinner
I can only do so much these days
My schedule grows ever thinner

Know that I am still enthusiastic
Even if I can't cheer quite as loud
Know that I am still in love
That my tired gestures show I'm proud

I am still the human I always was
Though I can't do as much each day
I will wake up. I will get out of bed. I will get dressed.
I will open my door. I will leave my room. I will try to make my way.

And I will take on the world
Albeit from a different frame
It may not be as epic a tale
But it will be a trial all the same

Try to be kind

I hope I'm described as someone who was kind.

We don't control our legacies
Fate takes us in many ways
Of course I want to have stories
Ups and downs and nights and days

I will meet many people
Each one on a journey of their own
Together we will face challenges
Apart from those we face alone

I may outwit a monster
I may out-muscle it too
Every victory - every loss - helps us grow
I know that to be true

But, however hard things get
How ever beaten down I am
I aspire to be the type of person
That always lends a hand

When one day I fall, as we all will
Those who remain will gather and talk
Describe who I once was
The path that I now walk

They may talk of deeds or failures
Of my looks, of my belief, of my fire
While these aspects are not nothing
Know it is my dearest desire

That they may honestly describe me as someone who tried to be kind.

Never doubt a farmer

Never doubt a farmer
The resilience they show
Caring for the fields
For each and every row
Don't forget dear reader
Crops are difficult to grow
They're raising a right of passage
Each new field a fiendish foe

Some sow seeds of trouble
Scatter mischief on the ground
Some wish to harvest bitcoin
From a plentiful field of pound
The seeds of inspiration
Are very rarely found
And I've seen fields of kittens
No farmer could herd around

The cost of all is known
The hardness of each field
Only the cunningest of farmers
Emerge each time with yields

But the toughest crop there is
The hurdle most farmers fall
To plant the seeds of hope
Make them the worthiest of all

The girl who dreams in books

When she dreams, she dreams in books
Of imagination flowing through every line
Of words that leap off pages
Unreadable scrawls on every spine

Each subconscious is a mirror
Hers is a winding library
Words she spends each day reading
Widen her dream vocabulary

There are stories and characters
Knowledge absorbed without shame
Reality is the domain of outside
Here fiction and fact read the same

The light is just right, the chair's the right height
Some narratives take the whole night by hook
There may be themes to redeem or stories hidden in seams
All of them, to be read by the girl who dreams in books