shoot for the stars
accept no substitute
failure is not an option
how high the expectations when clay sucks us down
follow your dream
visualize for success
step one
step eleven billion
all the in between lost in the rush
the future is now
now is the past
the fine print says ‘must be present to win’
the buzz is fine
a thousand wishes can’t buy you love
stars plummet faster than they rise
the hare is gone with a permanent wave
special, special snowflakes melt under the brutal blaze of light
visions of tomorrow are built on the now
Filed under: Leila Gaskin, Poetry, Writing
