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At times a fierce lion
stalking his prey,
weaving, dodging, waiting in lay.
At others, a mouse so meek
He hides from his shadow,
Skittish, and wary,
straying from battle.
Sometimes he’s a teddy bear,
Soft, fuzzy and worn,
Ready to cuddle
Tucked up in your arms
Sometimes he’s the sunshine
On a grey winter’s day,
Elusive as the warmth
Found in those bright rays.
I look to the horizon and all that it holds,
And wonder the truth of all I’ve been told.
I think of the future, of what may come to be,
And wonder what it holds for me.
I close my eyes to dream of tomorrow,
And wonder if the new day brings sorrow.
I open my heart to all I hold dear,
And wonder what I have to fear.
I free my mind of its chains,
And wonder at all that it gains.
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